This means I can earn a lot to buy myself the things I want.”
We broke up. I got a job this weekend as a massage therapist in a cedar barrel salon. This is an important note so you don't think anything indecent.
"Cedar barrel? Oh, well, I see, that means the aunties mostly came.”
Yes, that's right. My life has become more interesting, somewhere I turned out to be useful while I'm studying for damn medical school. Oh God, sorry doctors and professors all over the world, I didn’t mean to offend you. I just think this is… a damn place. Yes. I didn't make a mistake. I think that this is not how doctors should be taught.
Well, okay, not about that now.
Every weekend I was literally inspired. The administrator Ilona worked with me, an incredibly smart girl, she was interested in business, she had even studied something. It was thanks to her that I realized: “What, it’s possible anyway?!” Well, that is, for the first time I saw a girl who is not yet a businesswoman (she is an ordinary graduate of medical college, she didn’t even go on to become a doctor) who doesn’t earn much, but wants a lot. She had ambitions, dreams, she wanted to create her own business, but in the meantime she was learning to negotiate.
She earned more than her salary, which was absolutely nothing for me at that time.
— How is this more salary?
— Well, am I selling more?
— In terms of? Are you late at work? Are you recycling?
— Well, no. I sell teas, massage creams, herbal bags. The more I sell, the more the director will pay me as a percentage.
— Wow. Is that allowed?
— Well, yes. True, my replacement doesn’t do that. And I approached the director and asked how I could earn more. She liked my question and offered me such a scheme.
Well, you understand. Ilona turned out to be purposeful and smart, unlike the zombie of the second administrator, who sat at her minimum and tried to fit into it in terms of costs, instead of trying to get out of the kennel and want to spend more. When you want to spend more, it is impossible not to come to the conclusion that you need to earn more.
Of course, you can start to skimp on food or toilet paper, eat Rollton and wipe yourself with pages of unnecessary books, but sooner or later the books will run out.
I'm kidding, of course. You yourself understand that the right approach would be to start doing one of two things: work hard, or work and learn to earn more.
My friend and her husband, for example, have never studied marketing, sales, business planning, and are not even going to get their hands dirty about it. They just work like draft horses, for days on end, for several shifts, without really seeing the children, tormenting themselves and the grandmother who sits with them. But they bought an apartment, a dacha and a car. What else do you need for happiness? Yes, they dress in consumer goods or even second-hand clothes. Yes, they eat without any frills, but they are head and shoulders above their lazy friends and relatives living in poverty.
The level of “learning how to make more money and spend less time working” is still alien to them. In fact, I don’t know if they will ever reach it. But at least this way, they take their money with time. Hardworking guys.
I moved on. I met a man who knows everything about this level and will teach me. I didn’t choose my husband based on the underwear that stuck to the ceiling, although that also came a little later.
But still, I rather chose a guru, a mentor, a mentor. He knew everything about business, financial independence and at the same time had the gift of teaching.
My teacher turned out to be very handsome and charming. Women literally clung to him. Therefore, there was also some sporting interest on my part. But now it’s not about him.
I tried, and still do, to live in such a way that my thoughts are not occupied by questions: what to eat and where to sleep.
I want all my material needs to be solved forever.
While they would tell me “Your help is needed in Africa, people are dying there,” I would get a couple of million, buy tickets, book a hotel, purchase the necessary medicine in the required volume and fly.
Tell the average inhabitant of the earth this now?
Firstly, he will expect that some philanthropist will, of course, pay for his travel, accommodation, food, and insurance. Plus, of course, he will give you all the medications.
Secondly, having learned that the responsibility lies solely with him, he will begin to be indignant that how is it that he is not sponsored, and where the state is looking.
Thirdly, he won’t even hesitate to find these couple of millions and vouch for them, to repay this debt in the future.
Do you see why it is worth striving for financial independence?
To at least raise my head.
To completely forget about the issues of food and housing.
I don’t know who, but someone definitely benefits from people not interfering in the important affairs of the Earth. They need the people to live so poorly that all their thoughts are enough for are thoughts on how to survive, how to provide themselves and their family with their daily bread.
It is not in their interest for you to take the time to reason, learn, or help others on a massive scale.
You may not believe me, but read my example with Africa again. What would you do?
If you are inspired by my idea and dream of financial independence, I congratulate you.
There is nothing wrong with earning millions with your mind and then spending them however you want. New dresses, islands, cayenne. All this can easily turn into helping people if you want. The fact is that you will already have this, and you will be able to snap your fingers so that the money raised from the sale of your next Maybach goes to the construction of a training center for children, for example.
Strive for freedom. Raise your heads. Inhale the rarefied air.
Financial insolvency, the musty air that a bowed head breathes — this is the lot of the majority, and it doesn’t matter whether you are a man or a woman.
Did I touch on a difficult topic?
Well, relax already. I don't want to burden anyone. We saw ourselves, realized something, it’s already great.
Let's move on.
“HPV. Ureaplasmosis."
Oh, I can already see how you’ve shrunk. I don’t like this topic myself. The corners of the lips straight up towards the neck from hostility. Disgust for such things is normal, why doesn’t it arise at the moment of coitus?
Have you ever thought about it?
How often have you asked your sexual partners: “do you have a certificate that you are healthy?”
Oh, this is certainly very exciting. I can see it straight away. You are both so wound up, and suddenly: “What if he has ureaplasma?”
Ewww. I throw up my brushes.
Nobody wants to ruin such a moment. We all think that a condom will save us.
Latex, I tell you, sometimes breaks.
And even more so, a candle, cap or coil will not protect against STDs.
Hormones don't do this either.
Can you imagine how much we would have saved on health, nerves and money on treatment if we had asked in time: “Do you have a certificate?” And not just any, but the freshest.
HPV, by the way, is not HIV, in case anyone is scared. Although be afraid of him too. HPV is such a nasty thing that causes condylomas, papillomas to grow on your genitals and, worse, causes cervical cancer.