Check it out. Sob story coming lol...
I grew up dirt poor. Been poor most of my life. Still, had some of the best times of my life and was happy as can be in my poverty days. Although I guess it's easy to be happy and have fun when your a kid/teenager poor or not.
Due to circumstances at home when I turned 18 I had to drop out of university and work 2 jobs. Worked like a dog day and night missing out while my friends bummed around university and hit the clubs, enjoyed the sun in the summer etc. I lost touch with a lot of friends and lost the love of my life because I was so hellbent on making something of myself. I managed to return to university finish my business admin degree and all that.
I had bought a couple of cheap houses in the bad part of town to put them on rent so that I can build some equity. Anyways, anybody that is from Canada, especially from Winnipeg knows that there was a huge real estate boom. House prices skyrocketed. I instantly had a ton of money. I sold those houses and started a business which also turned into something very successful.
What I've learned(well I already knew it but saw it firsthand) is that when you have money it's easy to make more money. No wonder the damn rich keep getting richer and the poor keep getting poorer cause they just keep paying interest off loans, buying old used cars that constantly need repairs. I know cause I've been there.
So everything kinda snowballed. Even though I had all this money and financial security, I was miserable. Lost touch with most of my friends cause whenever they used to invite me out I was busy working or I just was plain rude and hateful and resentful to them. I resented that this chic that I wanted so badly left me for a rich douchebag that was the most pretentious, annoying, smug, silverspoon fed little fuck ever.
Lately though, I realized shit is not so bad. I'm still relatively young, in shape, good looking. Why go around treating people like shit just cause I am pissed about shit that happened in the past. I totally started realizing that life is pretty good right now. I realized that it is so easy to have fun when you have money. I hit the clubs and I buy everybody by the bar counter free drinks(I don't care if they think I'm some spoiled rich kid spending daddy's cash) I hook up with chics, I went back to playing ball. I missed playing ball so badly. I do that again now. I enjoy the little things in life like cartoon blue skies and the sun. Instead of thinking nobody gave me a break when I needed it why should I help anybody, I do help friends/relatives when I can. I do donate to charity. I do treat people nicer.
So throwing money around on some sports gambling site that I've grown attached to..I don't know what my reasons are exactly. I just know it's fun and that's all I care about. It's not as if I'm a saint either. It's not as if I am just handing the cash out. It comes with the stipulation that I have to win a parlay which is what builds the suspense and I love that shit.
I don't know man....I really forgot what the point was here...I think I've had one two mant beers.
I guess what I really want people to know is be nice to your friends and your girl if you have one. I've taken a lot for granted in my young life. I've burned a lot of bridges and I regret it. Cliche or not, it's true. ''You don't know what you have till you lose it.'' From this point on whether I'm in a shitty mood or not I'm going to treat people nicely. Too much fucken hate all around. I'm not a hippy but damn, it wouldn't kill people to just be nicer day to day and not just when they themselves are in a good mood.
Life's so frigging short man. I just want to have some fun and bang hot chics all summer, gamble and go clubbing and shit.
For the haters, I barely even see or hear them. Nobody gave a crap about me when I was down and sweating it out at lumber yards doing hard labour or doing crap delivery jobs overnight. Why should I feel guilty now that I got my piece of the apple pie.
Now where's my scotch...time to get a bigger buzz goin..this Kokanee isn't quite getting it done.
Oh shit. I just remembered what the point of this thread was!
Don't presume that you know somebody and what they are a about. Everybody is on their own trip and everybody has their own reasons for doing what they do. Give them the benefit of the doubt and let them do their thing and you do yours. Everybody has their own reasons for doing what they do. Foolish or not. Me? I'm having fun and being wreckless(cautiously as possible) to make up for some lost time. I'm not hurting myself or anybody.