Who Am I?

 This is a question which is commonly responded to simply with a name. But that is not who I am, that is only what they call me. Although we may never meet, I want you to call me L.

I’m young, in my twenties actually. Studying hard, working harder. I live in a huge house and drive a fancy car but I can’t take my girlfriend to dinner. Funnily, I can barely take her to a movie. It’s a money thing.

The house isn’t mine – I live with the folks. The car technically is mine but I can’t afford it.

Who pays for it? Pops does, of course. It’s a silly story really, I work for Pops and make a decent salary (on paper), but Pops really cant afford to pay me and so I can’t afford my car, technically therefore, neither can he – but bless his heart he tries. It makes him one miserable fucker though.

I work with him and believe I’m a genius, mostly because I’ve excelled in everything I’ve ever really set my mind to. I’m a good student, I’m good at my Job, a damn good cook, and  believe I can run circles around anyone nationally when it comes to my line of business.

This makes it hard to be me… I know I’ll be rich, I’ll make those millions. There isn’t a person who ever met me that thought otherwise. That’s because of my mouth… I forgot to tell you, I am an excellent speaker, fantastic debater and I could literally sell ice to the Eskimos.  If I want you to do something, those who know me know they will. Those who don’t know me also will, they just don’t know it yet.

You must think I’m cocky, I’m sincerely sorry. Back to me – Why is it hard? Those around me have these visions of grandeur, but I’m stuck in a financial rut in my early twenties with a company which can’t afford to pay me, and I can’t afford to leave. (Hey, if Pops loses his house, where do I go?)

So what can I do? I guess the same thing I’ve always done. Press through it because life has taught me that something’s gotta give – believe me, it ain’t just a Diane Keaton/Jack Nicholson movie.

Well that isn’t entirely true. After all, a year after our last dismal review we are still struggling and every time we begin to see the light at the end of the tunnel it just turns out to be some jackass on the wrong side of the road trying to finish us off…

The closs is ticking, time has expired. Its time to move on.