I wrote about building your own spaceship a long while back. Go ahead and read it.
The idea was really brought home again a few days ago.
I’m not going to get into specifics with names or even situations, but suffice to say that this hit me.
If you are out of the job market for a while — years having kids and such — you need to stay on top of your game, especially if you’re in some job that is technical in any way. If you’re not moving ahead with your peers, you’re being left behind by the rest of the world. If you don’t take it upon yourself to make things happen, things will just happen to you — and probably not in the way you intend them to. The world has a way of fucking with us. It’s up to you (and only you) to turn the tables on the world.
Each of us is, first and foremost, responsible for ourselves (and any kids that might be in tow). No one else is beholden to take care of us. No one is more aware of what our needs are that than ourselves. No one knows what we need. (Ok, maybe Bob…?)
And this isn’t just meekly staying on the sidelines. You have to not only do stuff, but you have to be your own advocate.
The spaceship isn’t going to just show up on your doorstep because someone gave you one. Even if it did it probably wouldn’t fit you exactly. How else are you going to get your own sex gods or goddesses? If you need something to build that spaceship, it’s up to you to make that happen. If you need parts of supplies, go and get them — or at least improvise. It’s your Bob-damn spaceship after all.
It’s funny how the Subgenius sometimes are right. More right than we give ourselves credit for.