14 May 2009

On expectations

I'm beginning to believe that what will be my greatest let-down upon arriving in South Africa and working with the TSiBA students is the fact that not everyone will want to rally behind the cause of social entrepreneurship and provide equal opportunity to all, regardless of income. Hopefully I am wrong, but what if there are people in this group who seek to gain only business/consulting/development/entrepreneurial skills? Certainly, that's their prerogative, but am I under the false pretence that everyone is equally interested in social entrepreneurship?


I don't even understand why I seek to do this. I do know that it's a rather brilliant way to fulfil my ultimate goal in life, which is to travel constantly and become fluent in every spoken (or not spoken...latina non morta est!) language.


Does it seem rather odd not to matter about money or security in life? I'd rather be insecure. I'd rather have to think on my feet constantly. I'd rather have to use problem solving skills not to die, and not not to lose business (double negatives are fine in latina, so they're fine with me).


Albert has asked me from where this drive for equality or what have you has developed. It seems to me that all men should have already come to this conclusion, but it also seems that men are easily corrupted by money, and other necessary evils.


Namely clothes. Silly that.


I mean, I'm sure that it's nice and all living your little secure life, with no worries, but when stercus accidit, everyone runs around and sells stock like their lives depend on it. I'm fine with that, because it means that I get to buy stock on the cheap, but this whole group mentality really bores me. Granted, it is rather amusing for a while, but only to the extent that I can manipulate people in order to get them to do what I want. Even little girls get bored playing with their dolls eventually. Is it really that much of a crisis to lose your job? Maybe your house, but it's not my fault that the indoctrination systems in this country never taught you how to save and invest savvily.


My global alternative energy ETF is doing astoundingly.


Digression: mandatory savings should totally be part of a microfinance loan package, but I do believe that that brings up a whole new conundrum, as in order to hold deposits in many countries, an institution must be a regulated bank. More on that later, if I muse on it.


Back: I'm interested in people who are willing to rethink this certainty-in-life thing. Everyone else I'm sure is nice and all, but I really don't have the time.


I'm too busy eradicating global poverty.


I'm not supporting socialism (heavens forbid!) or any other sort of bureaucratic institution. Really, it's nice living out this libertarian lifestyle. I'm taking care of me just fine, and I see fit that I take care of others, as well. I'm by no means providing handouts--I seek to provide opportunity; I seek equality of options. I can teach entrepreneurial skills and methods, and I can provide business consulting skills and seed capital. The rest is already in the minds--and more importantly the hearts--of those whom I serve, and that's good enough for me. There's absolutely no reason why they shouldn't have the same opportunity as everyone else. I'm going to blindly blame socialism, just like that. There we go. Look what happens when you try to solve problems with government bureaucracies, instead of with intelligent individuals! Bah! Individuals are where it's at, yo, and I'm entirely convinced that there's no better way to live than by caring for yourself and your neighbour.


As for how I know that everyone should have already come to this conclusion--I think that I just know. How do I know that I love Ryan? How do I know that my favourite colour is orange? How do I know that I'm so happy when I'm caked in dirt and decomposing matter from the garden and I flit about and talk to herbs?


These things really can't be known with the head--they're felt with the heart. So I don't know, per se, but I feel, and that's good enough for me.

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