Ok. So now I'm out. I'm a liberal redneck... I'm a gun shoot'n, deer kill'n, spandex wear'n, bicycle ride'n, ski race'n, beer drink'n, picture take'n, food cook'n, guitar play'n, redneck! ...Or something. Oh, I left out graphic artist. Artist. No value in that. "you're an artist?.. " Everyone is an artist. I just quit telling people that. It's like, prove it.
People say, "What do you do?" Well I'm a...something.... I'm this, I'm that...Kind of hard to put my finger on it exactly. How can I possibly define myself? And people really put a lot of weight on what someone does. "He's a doctor". The best! The best a person can be. "This is Dr. Backsmith.. He's a kyropractor you know". Very wealthy.
Hard to put people in a box. I'm just outside.
A joke comes to mind.
Three guys die and go to heaven. A doctor, a teacher, and a Montanan. They get up to the pearly gates and St. Peter is there deciding who to let in. He askes the doctor, "what good things did you do?" and the doctor says "I'm a doctor and I cured the sick." "Ok, you can go in." And then the teacher comes up. "And what did you do?" and the teacher says, "I'm a teacher, I taught the children." "Ok." St. Peter says, "You can go in." And the Montanan comes up and says. "I'm a Montanan." St. Peter asks, "Did you get your elk?"