/ Social Order / AgainstHierarchy / NYU /
2006 09 28
As a kid I always had far more money than I spent. No, not from an allowance. I never had an allowance, I didn’t need one. I’d maraud the neighborhood on my bicycle and there was always some neighbor woman who’d offer me a dollar if I’d wash the outside of her windows, mow the lawn, trim the hedges …
As an adult I’ve seldom had an income from some steady source: a corporation, the state. As an adult I’ve expected income to be volunteered by the society as a whole. After all, I’ve always been dedicated to trying to help it: that is to save it: not from the devil but from the state: and from the corporations, from the schools, from every top down (false) authority. The society has always been ready to receive my help: so long as I foot the bill.
Oh, if he’s offering to data base all our information for us, he must have his feeding tube rooted straight down into Fort Knox.
And they neglect to give me the dollar.
Ordinary jobs, jobs working in some established hierarchy for a predetermined amount of pay, were very easy for me to find throughout highschool, but have been impossibly unsuitable for me since, and would now be impossible for me to find. Once easily hired as a college teacher, otherwise hired for any position I asked for, For decades now I’ll be fired within months from any job I manage to get.
Details will follow, but that’s the broad picture.
I proved to be very good at business, learned to be a master salesman, except for one problem: I don’t believe in it, I can’t keep it up. In a short time I default back to preaching my divine messages modifying Ivan Illich’s teachings … or modifying Jesus’ teaching … or modifying Gregory Bateson’s teaching.
In a word, the adult pk has been fired from a diapason of shit jobs: shelving books for the library, restocking shelves in a convenience store. The local WalMart threw me out half way through the first interview. (They only want people with unruffled fur.)
I didn’t like how I wrote this. Now I don’t like how I’ve rewritten it. But maybe it makes the simple shape I’d intended. Whether it does or not, I’d better leave it lie fallow for another day.
2015 01 10 Ha, ha. Arrested on 2006 10 13, they never gave me a chance!