A Capitalist Manifesto

Just as I was struggling to calculate and worry my expenses in relation to my salary, my parents sent me an email of an ad from the local (Macau's) government on hiring a therapist. My parents, though very supportive, has always wanted me to go back home. According to the figures provided by my mother, the salary of that job is about double my current pay. And they even provide housing allowance (extra bling). On top of that, living in Macau is like 7 times cheaper than living in Houston. Gawd! Life without the need to worry about money, how convenient!

Think about how filthy rich I could be.

Think about all the booze I can gulp. Think about the 2007 Mini Cooper.

Forget about it.
I just decided that I would stay in America at least 3 more years. I just had my one year anniversary at my workplace (which was filled with obstacles unrelated to my work performance). I really like what I am doing now and I want to be better. I still have the zest and energy to learn. Going back to Macau, in my opinion, will hinder my growth. It will be hard for me to find people I can learn from because the field of psychology/counseling is very primitive.

Also, frankly and brutually, I think most people in Macau don't give a shit about what they do, nor do they have the knowledge or ability to do so. On second thought, isn't it like that anywhere? Well, yes. Yet it will be difficult to top a place where the general public is a carefree cow who is willing to milk itself for the richest, despite all the sickness and grotesque given in the process.

This blog was supposed to be about me choosing to stay instead of applying for the nice comfortable job back home. I don't know how it became a political critique. Go back to the subject, I'm enjoying my work now and I see some of my friends hating their newly-found better-paying jobs. I don't envy that. Honestly, I go to work because I want to go. No one makes me and no one can.

Just go rob a bank if you only need money, right? I guess people do it every day. (please don't rob wells fargo, i go there)

It is cliche. All the lavish material a better job can buy would not make me happy. Probably, going home would not change how I feel. When one problem is resolved, there is always another one. It is never-ending. None of that will save me from my misery.

For right now, it is better for me to...

Think about all the things I've learned.

Think about my 2006 Honda Civic. Think about my friends. Think about my delightful goddaughter Lucia.

Think about movie night next week?