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JANUARY 28, 2012 3:15AM

A Purchased Life (NSFW)

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When Thomas Elkin got his wildly inflated, otherworldly yearly bonus, first call he made was to his favorite hooker - $3,000 a night, sheets included. Next, he called his mother, thrilled to hear of his worldly success. Lastly, he called a woman who would no longer talk to him, getting her voice mail as always. If only she could see me now! On an orb spinning in darkness, he bowed down to his well-financed image, hoping the illusion to be true.




Amanda Wittenberg dutifully ran the family shop. Inherited wealth protected her from any economic storm. She carried within her a list of her favorite restaurants, favorite cities, and even favorite closets of clothes. Male suitors were many, never far behind. She had everything and did everything, as expected. Life's perfection lacked only one missing piece: doing what she really wanted. How to give up the proven for the unproven?




Sydney Hallison has a pocketful of answers! If the world suddenly became absent of pestering questions and perilous dilemmas she would die of agonizing atrophy. For each answer she presented to a searching soul, she awarded herself a gold star. "I am most excellent and special!" she'd often proclaim with a certain smile. Across the glorious globe only one person did she refuse to be there for: herself. Ukrainian bitch.




Sherry Hodges faked another orgasm on this cold winter's night. "You were just fantastic, honey!" She stayed home to pursue her dream of writing. Just imagine such a fantastical career! Once writing, new exciting worlds opened up shedding light in darkly held corners. Her marriage, her children's dreams, her parents' approval, her nosy friends - each and every one was presented in a disturbingly new way. Carefully, she made sure never to write an honest word, thus avoiding any chance of damaging conflict - and any chance of possible success.




The right honorable Senator Oscar Tibbs was the first elected black man from his state. Blessed with pleasing looks and engaging charm, he championed the ideals of the dead Martin Luther King. His campaign to be liked was a runaway success, role model and hero he be in the adoring eyes of his constituents. Yet never did he himself believe it true, trolling for prostitutes of degradation in homeless city nights. His campaign slogan: "We need only to believe to win!"




Lance Finster knew how to get the girls. And not just any girls, but fantasy girls of unearthly delight! He labored as a carpet cleaner on a lark but gathering envy was his true paycheck in life. In the tri-state area of his domain he knew of no other who could match his trophy case of ecstasy dream life. Yes, he could be anything he wanted to be - just so long as he didn't have to be anything.




Perry Heinsom hated the only job he could ever hold. He dreamed of a tropical island where only he would live. Once there he'd never lift a finger in anger again, never having to lie. In time, he planned to purchase his paradise even as his job consumed him, his health and his relationships. But he remained undaunted in the race to create his own personal empire - and then sit upon its throne in sickly silent splendor.




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What's your currency??
My currency. Is this related to Daisy Jane's call for "real"? I can relate to a couple of those. Problem is, I thought that was how you acted to get ahead. I wasn't taught the right way so was making it up as I went along. Guess I got it wrong, again. That should be the title of my autobiography.
Love, but it's not all that popular.

Maybe I should try that envy paycheck, I got plenty of good shit I could show off.
First off, it's a brave person who comments on this post! Not really OS fare with its usual pat answers, simplistic politics and Erma Bombeck essays.

phyllis, this is about making castles in the sand and trying to live in them. It's about how the bloom of life fades when the flower of life is not tended. It's about searching for "success" outside of love. But most of all it's about me dying of loneliness.
Ah, bleue, love requires no currency! It's the only force in the universe that cannot be defeated, humbling all in its wake.
My currency? I don't know I really expect nothing and really only want love. I don't have any other answer.
There isn't any other answer, LL. But we sure do like to pretend there is!
Harry, a lot of us are being crippled by lonely. I wish we had a different social order and that we could all find each other without expectations and just be there. I think lonely makes us more cautious, as we are very aware of what hurt feels like and just don't want to go there again. I eventually remind myself to live in the moment and do things because I like to do them, but lonely does sneak up on me, still. Here's hoping your lonely gets less.
I am not very current these days and hope one day I have the currency to abnk some.
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Thanks, phyllis. Loneliness shanks me like a sadistic fellow inmate in prison.

Algis, thanks for stopping by.