Unilateral

Whenever I espy a minivan, I ponder how I would actually be able to sleep in one at night in a dumpy parking lot. Imagine doing so for several years. That's the gloomy prospect lying ahead if I choose the homeless option as early as the end of the month. I could postpone the decision for another month, but why bother? I could also wait until my time is up in Waimanalo, but why wait? The decision is inevitable no matter what. No other options exist.

Let me just add that I calculated how long my savings would last if my total expenses expanded to $1,500 per month. I could, barring unforseen circumstances, go on for 25 years. And, that does not include official retirement entitlement income that I will collect from 66 years of age. I am not "sitting pretty," but at least I have some liquid assets at my disposal. However, with the on-going theft and fraud executed by the global moneychangers, there's no telling when all of my assets simply disappear.

What happens when homelessness is the only option? Many people face that dilemma daily, often after running out of money. Although the warning signs were clear months prior, they were ignored. I do not want to be one of those people. Thus, I set out to engineer my homelessness. Unfortunately, my years of downsizing and preparation were not necessarily effective. Oversimplification of my life-style was not always conducive to homelessness. In fact, I will end up undoing some aspects of my mendicancy.

I am now estimating that I will need to purchase about $100 of additional sundries to more effectively meet my future homeless needs. In retrospect, the previous purchase of the small luggage and a couple of rechargeable personal appliances was a mistake. Otherwise, I am on-track for motorhomelessness. So, what happens if living out of the homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan) becomes intolerable? I will simply have to "bite the bullet." All of the other homeless people have no other choice but to endure. If the situation is bad enough, I could take a break by staying at the short-term homelessshelter in Iwilei, or I can join my homeless buddy at the airport.

The homeless decision has really put me in a bad way. Just like the guy talking with his mom on his "smartphone" on the bus the other day, I am ready to "crack." I am unable to comprehend how the rank-and-file peons tolerate the artificial stresses and strains that have been induced by the greed and fraud of the global moneychangers. They silently accept their fate, blame themselves, and pledge to further entrench themselves in slavery just to survive. Then, just when they believe that they have passed the crisis zone, the goalposts are moved further into the horizon.

By the way, I have been returning to Waimanalo early every evening because the evening outings to Kahala have been temporarily shelved. Although I have been spending more time in the studio rental, there is nothing for me to do. There is an outdated tube sitting in the room, but I can't bring myself to sit in front of it like a shrine. So, that only leaves the Net. I am spending three hours on the Net using both the iPad® tablet computer and the cheap "smartphone" in tandem. Not much better than the tube in some respects, eh? What is most annoying is that I am consciously aware that I am wasting my life away.

Nothing important was accomplished this morning. Instead, I foolishly patronized the snobbish coffee shop. What a mistake! Why do I keep returning to an establishment that treats me like a homeless guy? Otherwise, same ol' shit. My homeless buddy did not meet me at the arranged time this afternoon to call the resident manager of the subsidized senior citizen housing complex in Pearl City. The call would have been a waste of time anyway.

Thinking about homelessness all day is fatiguing. However, I believe that I have come up a better plan. Well, actually the plan was originated a long time ago. I just didn't want to implement it. Quite simply, I should list my Nissan® Frontier truck on-line for quick sale. Then, I should put what little possession that I own into rented storage. Subsequently, I should just check into the IHS homeless shelter. If that doesn't meet my needs, then I should consider the homeless motorhome.

Investment Mini-Update®
I have just discovered that my investment accounts have been losing $1,000 per month for the past year. So, money is rapidly disappearing (i.e., stolen by the moneychangers), just as I predicted in the old "blog." The homeless decision is rapidly becoming unilateral.