An essay on what the difference is between want, need, and never getting either urge satisfied; a love story
27 October 2003
I started writing these thoughts in September. I finished the article and published it. Somewhere between the saving and the publishing, the article was lost somewhere in Microsoft Office. To tell you the truth, I wasn’t fully satisfied with the original article, and am about to take another stab at it.
We’ll open with the prevalent story. I was on holiday in Canada in July, celebrating AJ’s 21st birthday. We woke up early and got ready for the 3 hour trip into town. My dad asked us if we were going to stay for the Rolling Stones concert, I looked him square in the eye and said “you can’t always get what you want, tato,” and walked out the door without looking back. The trip turned out horrifying. It rained and AJ complained the whole time. All I wanted was a sunny fantastic time of celebration, but there were other plans in store for us.
The funny thing is that this wasn’t the only time this past few months that slapped my in my face.
A few weeks ago I found out that my cubicle at BHI was being taken away from me. This news came only months after my pod was relocated from a PC pod in Clinical-ville to no tech zone on Distribution Street. I thought the loss of my computer was the lowest point in my BHI career, but when I heard the news of losing my pod, I was pissed. I ripped everything from the walls of my cubicle and took all my books and cried on the way home.
The next morning I was offered a higher paying position at a closer location and to top it off, it was an IS position.
A week later, Don was feeling depressed over the fact that he was trying to work two jobs, but he kept being sent home from both of them—no work. He was funneling through his savings and didn’t have enough money to pay bills. I kept telling him positive things and all that. Soon after he told me that the money was the lowest it had ever been, he got called into both jobs for an outstanding about of hours. He had to turn them both down because he was going to a rehearsal dinner where he was the best man.
I’m not a very spiritual person. I don’t get caught up in religion or mysticism or any of that. But I do believe that you can always get by in the end. If anything, I wanted to write this article so I can remember it in the future.
That horrible weekend in July proved that AJ couldn’t have a fabulous time in Toronto, but just last week he told me that the beach my cottage was on was wonderful and that he’d go again if the invitation was extended.