How would you define success?

I been thinking about that a bit lately, and I have come to the conclusion that you absolutely know you are a success when you are asked to sign women's breasts. :santa_smiley:

^Robert O'Reilly agrees! Except he blushes, poor lad, while he's doing it...

That is a pretty good indication that you have arrived IMO.
Money.....more toys, more headaches, more complications....forget that.

Fame (fame that distances you from everyday people yet still invites weirdos) would be pretty constraining.

Breast signing does seem pretty down-to-Earth IMO.

I have never been asked to sign a woman's breasts.

I was, however, once asked (by the woman herself) to drink a shot of tequila from a glass nestled in her hawt rack. After careful consideration (about .001 seconds) I complied. I don't like Tequila but in that case it was a worthy sacrifice. Then she kissed me soundly and left me confounded as it went no farther than that. Nobody stole my wallet during this exercise...

This was years ago, of course, when I was younger and prettier. Well, younger anyway.

Was that 'success'? Well, yes and no...

Not being you.

Can't disagree with you there. I had dreams and aspirations at one time but they were crushed by the cold hand of reality.

A G-5 and lots and lots of money, Playa.

Fucking over friends and taking their money!

To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women.

How much is G-5 pay? They might switch my job from contracting to GS-11 or 12....anyone have any idea how much that is? I've never worked GS.

As long as I keep a roof over my head, good food in my belly, good clothes on my self and a good woman to love, I'll consider myself successful.

When I can keep under the states radar, not worry about a single bill and sleep every night without a worry in the world, then I'll consider myself highly successful!

Contentment.

As good a summary as any, but then how do you define contentment?


I'll be content when I'm done putting up with other peoples' bullshit as part of my daily routine.

You remind me of Mad Max on the Johnboy and Billy Show.

"QUIT RUININ' MAH LAHF!!!"

See, I stay content by not stressing over other peoples' bullshit. Why should I? It's their bullshit... let them suffer it. Not like it has anything to do with me anyway...

The boob signing is a good indicator.

In my case the day I can leave behind the corporate lunacy and bullshit and be my own boss or retire comfortably would also be a good indicator.

I ignore what I can. I'm talking about the stuff that requires extra effort on my part. Like avoiding the dumbass who was driving under the speed limit in the far left lane while talking on her cell phone and drifting into my lane. Or people I work with. Or people shopping where I shop. Or institutions I owe money.

Success.

Success is getting there.

Contentment is getting to keep it.

That is just existance to me, not real success.

Someone sounds more than a tad ungrateful. So what more are you looking for?

I am grateful for what I have, but it certainly is not success. Success is not getting up early and working for the man all day and then coming home and eat and go to bed and sleep, repeat. I guess when I was younger I actually thought I would have some independence at some point but I just can't see that happening now.

To outlive my enemies.

Two chicks at the same time!

If I die of natural causes without having been in jail or killed anyone, I figger that'll be enough.

Being left alone by idiots.

Now it's just learning to ignore the rest of it... at least make it less annoying. I've discovered a whole new calm since deciding people can't help but not act like I wish they would. That includes sanely or with an ounce of logic.
Seriously man, you drive so you accept the fact that more than a few folks on the road are self involved retards while driving. I tell myself to be glad I noticed them in time and put as much space in any direction I can from them. The asshat driving up my tailpipe? Let him pass... he'll hit the speed trap for me. Until then, he's not riding up my ass. Either way, problem solved.
Don't liek the crowds? Shop online and smoke a bong while doing it.
You need a new dealer.

Fred Phelps will dance on your grave!!

None of that shit really helps me. My frustration gland is overactive, and my tolerance for frustration is....stunted.

Can't quite afford to buy every single thing online yet.

Any other day I say I'm fine with my supply chain, but I've been out since Xmas, I can't fucking sleep for shit, and I'm getting a bit fucking cranky about it.

One investor at a time.