Ginger, I have no problem asking for loans from people I don't know. I don't know the people who funded my mortgage, nor do I know the people that financed my old truck. I never knew the people who signed the checks at the accounting office for the office jobs I had before, either. I'd much rather borrow 25 bucks from 63 people who know me through the blog and are cheering me on than through some institution of faceless numbers, but that's me.
Oh, as for the part time job? I have about a dozen. I am not just a blogger who rides her pony and lives on hand outs. The donations this farm gets is appreciated, but can't cover the feed I go through in two weeks, much less run a household. I'm an author, freelance magazine writer, pig farmer, music instructor, speaker, archery teacher, essayist, poultry slinger, ad salesman, graphic designer and more. All those things make up living a life I can wake up and respect myself for. I'm damn proud to ask for a couple grand I don't have from strangers when the money I do have is paying back Chase Bank for the farm I've managed to buy, maintain, and keep for half a decade. It's proof positive I don't have to be a part of some sad system of corporate banking or quivering before bosses when things get tough.
I've been in this blogging game long enough to know any negative comments and backhanded compliments tell me a lot more about the commenter than they do about me. If I click on your name and it's a blank profile, Hell, that always makes me smile. It instantly discredits you. Head over to GOMI if you think wit is the same as snark. It's not. Just like being confident isn't the same as being an asshole.
And that, of course, goes for all the positive comments, too. I can't believe the praise any more than the snark - both are just manifestations of how the person typing feels about themselves and the world. What I write here is a manifestation of how I feel about the world - that's what my entire blog is. Happier people write happy things. Miserable people make up screen names and tell people living a life they see as unfair to get a job. My life isn't unfair, it's just my life. It's the choices I made - like asking on a blog for help buying a truck. If you see that as weakness or shameful, that's your shit. That has nothing to do with me, at all.
Oh, and the farm thing is working out splendidly! Thank you for asking! Money is always tight but I don't consider having money success. That's a recipe for a garbage life. This morning I took care of my animals (and the animals of friends and neighbors I am feeding) and came inside to work on graphic design clients with my new puppy chewing a bone at my feet. I took a break from that to run 5 miles and now I am getting ready to shower, run errands in town, and start laying out my novel Birchthorn for the editor (its' due to the fine people in New Jersey on the 15th). I'm busy, creating, writing, and producing food and art. I'm losing weight, making new friends (last night was awesome at the Argyle Brewery!) and last week met with a movie producer about helping out with a an indie filming in the area in the fall. There's a local radio station here that plays Radiohead and the Ramones and even though I live in the middle of nowhere the local pizza place will still deliver if I'm too tired to cook and just want to binge on Paranormal Activity Movie Marathon on Amazon Prime. But I am eating a lot less pizza these days and feeling healthier and sexier than ever, oh, and about to get my dream truck. Ginger, I'd sooner starve to death under a bridge than go back to the life I hated living in some office chair. Which is exactly why I never will. But go ahead and hold your breath.
Anyway, I can't think of things "working out" any better way.
How's your day going, homie? Pretty good? I hope so. Cause if this commenting on stranger's blogs thing isn't working out you may need to make a change.