fewer pineapples

it’s oh so tempting to delete yesterday’s post, but i don’t think i am allowed to do that here. technically, i am allowed, but morally, ethically, i cannot give myself permission to delete. one can’t go out and about in the world, deleting everything in sight that one questions or finds uncomfortable, can one?

i found this almost perfect apartment tonight on my new favorite street downtown. in this old building that used to be a printing house, on printer’s row, which might be one of Chicago’s most magical neighborhoods. maybe because it does not feel like Chicago at all. Which for me would be a breath of fresh air. A sanctuary from the stale air. if only the air in this apartment was not ridden with dust mites. the downside.

so i’ve been trying to figure out what costs I can cut out of my life to be able to afford to live there. some things are obvious. do i really need a landline? do i really need to drive so much? do i even need to pay for public transportation since the apartment is only a 15 minute walk from work? do i really need to pay someone to cut my hair? do i really need hair? and the therapist who makes me feel miserable. that would be a huge saving in every possible respect, far beyond it’s financial implications. i would take joy in cutting her. i feel lighter just thinking about it.

i could cut out my travel expenses which lately have consisted of long drives to various states in the midwest. so there isn’t a lot i can cut there, but just imagine if i had no travel expenses whatsoever. if i simply did not go out anywhere, ever. that could be a cost-saver. i would not have to spend money on dog food, dog treats, dog toys or a vet because i would not be able to support a dog. unless the dog could generate some revenue. i don’t know how that could happen.

and maybe i could eat out less. or at least eat in smaller portions. fewer pineapples. and maybe as a general rule, I could keep a less healthy diet, which is kind of an extravagance in this country.

not spend money on coffee which is bad for my voice. what else? well, i guess an internet connection is a necessity. that’s unfortunate. i don’t buy a lot of new or used clothes, so there’s not much to cut there. um…. gosh this is hard. i could cancel my gym membership, but i need that as much as an internet connection.

gosh, i must sound so petty bourgeois and western. it’s true. i can’t get away from that.

maybe i do need to get away from that. maybe that’s the entire argument for why i should take this apartment.

oh one more thing. i could do a better job at befriending people who are wealthier than me and who would consider it an honor to pay for things i need and things i do not need but like to do. someone to take care of me who asks for nothing in return. i guess such a person might be called a patron.

how do you find a patron? maybe someone who manages a hedge fund. maybe i should try to learn what a hedge fund manager actually does.  maybe i should figure all of this out before committing to a one-year lease.

something to consider.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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