I'm Not Saying I'm A Golddigger...
Let women be provided with living strength of their own. Let them have the means to attack the world and wrest from it their own subsistence, and their dependence will be abolished -- that of man also.
-Simone de Beauvoir
Ahhhh. I guess you can call that subtle sadness wrapped in a sigh of relief. I don't like going on about my life a whole lot. I'm sort of an anti-narcissist that way, I guess. Anyhow, not to go into too much detail, I had, and really still do, feelings for someone, but things didn't transpire. Honestly, she is really the only woman I've ever wanted on serious level. In no way am I perfect and of course I have done wrong by her on multiple occasions. Nonetheless, it seems like she suffers from what I like to call God's Gift Syndrome. This can be applied to males or females. These people, for whatever reason, always expect everything and everyone to revolve around them while not meeting people somewhere near middle ground. We always have to be on their terms and they can do absolutely no wrong, ever. They are simply God's Gift to us all.
This woman is actually pretty cool, though. It's just that I seem to bring out the horribleness in her. I like her better when I leave her alone, if that makes any sense. It's much more complex than that, but I'm over it for good; thus, I am both saddened and relieved.
Enough with that. On to the reason why "golddigger" is in the title.
Several years ago, one of my boys was talking about one of his boys who is married to a doctor. That caused me to think about that a little bit. Why not a doctor? Now that I am relieved of being controlled by my feelings for the last woman, who is not a doctor, I can perhaps be in the running for a doctor (more like a soon-to-be doctor so she won't be old)!
For whatever reason, when we hear "doctor," we automatically imagine their lifestyle as upper middle class or even affluent. I don't really care about money because all of my life's happiness never had any ties to money and things, just people, relationships, and special occasions. I'm hoping for a doctor for non-monetary reasons. Well, just one monetary reason...
First and foremost, money will not be an issue for me and it would not be an issue for her. She will have her own and not have to worry about mine, mostly because she'd make more than me unless she were into pediatrics, which is typically the lowest paid type of doctor. Only then, maybe, would my finances compete with hers. Again, I don't care about money, so there is some chance money will never be a problem nor would it lead to much discussion.
Second, and most importantly, there would be plenty of away time! There would be very long stretches of work for her. This will leave plenty of free time for me. Essentially, free range to channel my inner boy that exists in all men. There's hanging out, watching the game, playing Station, and just lounging around without many relationship obligations.
Third, time away will mean more precious time together. I know this is not a simple formula, and the shorter time spent together just mean it will be proportionate to an ordinary amount of time spent together. Good times and bad times will have an equal percentage in both a shorter amount of time together and an ordinary amount of time spent together, but I'm optimistic! She will only come home and want some lovin' or she will either just want to relax and go to sleep. Win, win!
Lastly, her being a doctor or soon-to-be doctor, she will most likely share that intellectual cursorily that I have. She'll probably get tired of me asking all sorts of random questions about medicine, but perhaps she'd like to talk about things that stimulate the mind in an intellectual way. I'm a nerd, what can I say? I only hope that she would be a doctor because she really wants to be a doctor rather than doing it mostly for the status of the job.
I know this is a pipe dream, but it is fun to think about now that my mind is no longer occupied with the other woman. Female doctors make up somewhere in the neighborhood of 30% of total population of doctors, which is probably now around one million, which is not a whole lot. Also, I don't think I've ever had one conversation with an eligible female that has ambitions of being a doctor. They are all probably somewhere buried in books. When my boy explained the lifestyle of the guy that is married to a doctor, I was in awe and full of covetousness of him. He explained how he would get home and play X-Box or whatever until she got home late on many nights. Bastard. I know this mostly likely won't happen for me, however.
So, I'm not saying I'm a golddigger, but I will always have that slither of hope until another woman starts up the Occupy ChrisDickson movement. The last one was squashed...
-Simone de Beauvoir
This woman is actually pretty cool, though. It's just that I seem to bring out the horribleness in her. I like her better when I leave her alone, if that makes any sense. It's much more complex than that, but I'm over it for good; thus, I am both saddened and relieved.
Enough with that. On to the reason why "golddigger" is in the title.
For whatever reason, when we hear "doctor," we automatically imagine their lifestyle as upper middle class or even affluent. I don't really care about money because all of my life's happiness never had any ties to money and things, just people, relationships, and special occasions. I'm hoping for a doctor for non-monetary reasons. Well, just one monetary reason...
First and foremost, money will not be an issue for me and it would not be an issue for her. She will have her own and not have to worry about mine, mostly because she'd make more than me unless she were into pediatrics, which is typically the lowest paid type of doctor. Only then, maybe, would my finances compete with hers. Again, I don't care about money, so there is some chance money will never be a problem nor would it lead to much discussion.
Second, and most importantly, there would be plenty of away time! There would be very long stretches of work for her. This will leave plenty of free time for me. Essentially, free range to channel my inner boy that exists in all men. There's hanging out, watching the game, playing Station, and just lounging around without many relationship obligations.
Third, time away will mean more precious time together. I know this is not a simple formula, and the shorter time spent together just mean it will be proportionate to an ordinary amount of time spent together. Good times and bad times will have an equal percentage in both a shorter amount of time together and an ordinary amount of time spent together, but I'm optimistic! She will only come home and want some lovin' or she will either just want to relax and go to sleep. Win, win!
Lastly, her being a doctor or soon-to-be doctor, she will most likely share that intellectual cursorily that I have. She'll probably get tired of me asking all sorts of random questions about medicine, but perhaps she'd like to talk about things that stimulate the mind in an intellectual way. I'm a nerd, what can I say? I only hope that she would be a doctor because she really wants to be a doctor rather than doing it mostly for the status of the job.I know this is a pipe dream, but it is fun to think about now that my mind is no longer occupied with the other woman. Female doctors make up somewhere in the neighborhood of 30% of total population of doctors, which is probably now around one million, which is not a whole lot. Also, I don't think I've ever had one conversation with an eligible female that has ambitions of being a doctor. They are all probably somewhere buried in books. When my boy explained the lifestyle of the guy that is married to a doctor, I was in awe and full of covetousness of him. He explained how he would get home and play X-Box or whatever until she got home late on many nights. Bastard. I know this mostly likely won't happen for me, however.
So, I'm not saying I'm a golddigger, but I will always have that slither of hope until another woman starts up the Occupy ChrisDickson movement. The last one was squashed...
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