Beach Bum
For the last two days I have managed to find a few minutes to lay in the sun. I even have a (insert studio audience gasp here) tan. The guilt of not spending that time doing something productive nearly eats me up inside... until I remember that I needed it to remain sane. No, I'm not going to say I 'deserved" it because there are plenty people in this world more hard up than myself who deserve fresh water that they can't get... but I will say that given the variables in my life, I really needed that time.
All that time layin in the sun, genuinely enjoying my time, got me thinking about that sect of people that other (usually more structured) people have labelled beach bums. How does one sign up to be a beach bum? How do you support your basic needs if you are, in fact, a beach bum? Do they have jobs or do they just pan handle? I wanna be a beach bum. After nearly six years of college I have found my true calling - I am destined to spend my life living on a beach, eating shaved ice, and watching kids much more ballsy than myself jumping off the high dive into the refreshing cool water below.
So... where do you sign up again? Is there a sign up sheet or is it just a decision you make? If you can answer that for me, just point me in the direction - I am so ready to leave my structured environment.
I hope all is well in your world.....
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