Easy Street

I am attempting to make my life as easy as possible from this point forward. Whether I deserve such a fate is irrelevant. Easy, albeit not painless. Pain cannot be avoided. Neither can mortality be avoided. So, what exactly do I mean by "easy"?

Typical "Easy Street" Hottie

I have exploited technology, specifically computer-related, to ease the burden of routine tasks. Now, everything that's possible is facilitated through the tablet computer. All of my finances are on-line and all accounts are "paperless." Ninety-nine percent of my transactions are done with one "rewards" credit card. I transact with only one local bank and one investment firm. I have only one e-mail account. I have no phone service, just Web voicemail. I have no social networking accounts. Trivial on-line accounts have been stripped of personal data and discarded. All regular mail is forwarded to a Post Office box, which I check maybe once every six weeks or so.

My entire life-style is focused on "easy." No wage slavery. No cooking. Low maintenance, limited wardrobe. Very few possessions, now mostly cheap replaceable items. Completely debt-free. No friends. No babes. No cash. No paperwork. No photos. Nothing of sentimental value. One small piece of luggage and one gym bag.

I have reduced almost all tasks to nothing. Even personal hygiene has been optimized. And, with so few useless possessions, little time is spent maintaining, cleaning, or repairing them. I don't cook either. So, no useless appliances or cookware to purchase, clean, and store. Only the dreaded laundry chores must be endured. Yet, with a minimalist wardrobe, there's little time wasted. One quick was load, and only 15 minutes maximum to dry. And, some clothing items are air-dried for further expediency.

Then there's the Nissan® Frontier truck. I barely take care of it anymore. I ceased washing it by hand and will take it to an automated carwash from now on. Maintenance is only performed once per year at the dealership that it was purchased. In time, it will be divested.

So, what do I do with all the spare time? Absolutely nothing, if possible. Am I admitting to being a lazy slob? Not really. I've put my time in as a dedicated wage slave and witting participant in the bogus "ownership society." I had to tolerate a lot of backstabbing and treachery, too. Now, I am an old codger ... a wise old codger. Wisdom is really the key. I've learned that everything is a zero-sum game. Mortality circumvents all human intentions.