There is a big giant other-world out there in which I am not even a blip

While bipping around on craigslist, I came upon a job opening in Waltham, MA whose title was "Housekeeper."

Go here and be kind of interested. Parties???

Then, go here and be stupefied. (Particularly look at the About James section.)

Someone, who, when bored does something about it I guess, huh? Someone who knows what he wants.

I want to not like this person, but I can't help but instead think, "Shit, he's got a fairly good deal going on. Knows what he wants, figures out how to get it, and does."

Take the bull by the horns, my man.

What a different path I could have taken. Or I could I've?

Would his life appeal to me? His vim and vigor would. His success would. His ability to work it would.

That's how he rolls.

I cannot begin to describe the vastness of my curiousity and the disappointment about my life lately. I feel particularly pathetic, and yet, I know his life is not one that suits me. But still...