Freeloaders

Something in the stars...there must be some lesson or realization that I am destined to have soon. Lately I am surrounded, literally, at home and at work, by freeloaders.

I think when I was younger, more enraptured with my own aspirations, it was easy for me to believe that other people (as they would egregiously claim to be) were similarly inspired.

As I get older and reflect on the sacrifices that have been necessary to actually attain and manifest these dreams, I begin to see clearly that some people are just totally full of shit. They lie to me, they lie to themselves, and what's more, they act like the biggest pussy-babies when I start to get firm with them. They squirm, they hi-tail-it, they pretend to be firm themselves -- and nothing changes. Arggh, it makes me mad!

It makes me mad because the language that they use is the exact same language I was forced to use with my ex-wife as I spent the entirety of our marriage working to change my career. And I know she must have felt something worse even that what I am feeling towards these cats because of the stakes.

The difference is that I WAS busting my ass towards something that I knew I could eventually make lucrative. These guys are entirely content to mooch their living space -- a dancer who claims to be the best in London but can't get a gig in LA, a Bob Dylan wannabe who doesn't like rap or trance or punk or anything new -- what is going to happen for them? How on earth do they expect an opportunity to arise without first getting right with their day-to-day life?

Arrggh, anyways. I'm done venting.