Back in 1974, I’d moved in with friends, started at a new college, acquired my first firearm, began training and carrying and had no responsibilities save the monthly rent and car payment.
I had a security guard job and a full school schedule. I paid my way through college.
And I sweated every month’s rent and car payment, because I always seemed to be a little short. But, always had money for pizza and beer? Hmmm.
In the subsequent 37 years, I graduated, got married, bought a house, got a decent job, got divorced, acquired many firearms, lost a house, bought another house, lost many firearms, had ‘health issues’, suffered personal losses and became disabled.
Some folks choose to see the compilation of these events as sad. To be honest, sometimes I do. But, I don’t always. And, I’m getting better at not seeing them that way. Some see a tragic life. To me, it’s just life.
And, now, it appears I will be filing bankruptcy.
The irony, of course, is this time it’s not pizza and beer, it’s bills and reduced benefit income.
Some might say at least it’s not youthful indiscretion, as before. But, the supreme irony for me is I grind my teeth that I’m ‘supported’ by the government! Had my private insurance not forced me to apply to Social Security, I wouldn’t have done so. I’m a libertarian, and as such should be able to support myself. Or find friends or private sources.
And, if I’m not able to save my home, I’ll probably be moving in with a friend.