
Nothing is certain, but death and taxes.
I suppose there is a lot of truth to that statement. I have been giving some thought to the general level of anxiety in my life. On the one hand, I consider myself to be easy going and not too worried about stuff. I have had a good amount of luck in my life and I also have a strong work ethic, so things have seemed to work out for me. On the flip side though, I worry about a lot of things. Does everyone else constantly worry about stuff? Or do we keep ourselves busy to keep from worrying?
When I look at people in my life who have children, I must admit I am in awe. The balancing act and time commitment it takes to raise a child (much less several) is daunting. I am 34 years old and I still cannot figure out a way to have a dog, much less a child or a successful relationship. From my perspective, straight people (for better or worse) seem to get caught in this cycle because that is the way life works. You meet someone, court, get married, and then start a family. It seems that you spend most of the next twenty years focusing your attentions on your kids and getting out can be messy and not worth the trouble. So you stay because emotionally and financially it is easier. Of course this is a generalization, but it seems to be true for a large part of society. For gays, it is not as established. Lesbians and small numbers of gay male couples do choose to become parents, but it is usually a conscious choice and planned out versus it just being something that happens. In recent years, I have given thought to being a parent or having a child. Not serious consideration as in "I am planning to have a child.", but thoughts relating to, "How could I preserve somewhat of my current lifestyle and accommodate a child into that mix?" I do not see how I could make it work. This may sound horrible, but I really enjoy sleeping. If I get less than seven hours of sleep a night, I am a bitch to be around. My coworkers do not seem to get a lot of sleep. They work here, then go home and have to be up 4 hours later to send their kids off to school. Personal time with a spouse seems to be a rare occasion and fit in when it works. It does not seem like the kind of life that I want to lead. I fear I am not flexible enough to accommodate a child in my life at this point. And I am not getting any younger either.
It is not only about family issues though. It seems like as a person in today's society, we are surrounded by fear. The media has a lot to do with this. When was the last time you turned on the news and did not hear about murders, genocides, Al Qaeda, rapes, domestic violence, flooding, natural disasters, gun violence, and the like? We are a planet on the brink of environmental ruin, a country under attack from foreign terrorists. Our way of life is threatened by an illegal immigrant population who is willing to work cheaper for less. Our nation's moral fiber is crumbling as we allow homosexuals to marry and teens to have sex and babies. I thank the powers above that I do not live in a city like Phoenix or Los Angeles where Breaking News! and helicopter chases are common. After a while, the din of 30 second sound bites and 24 hour news networks becomes too much for one to bear.
But there is more! If you lose your job, you will not have health insurance. Even if you do have health insurance, you could develop some rare syndrome that insurance refuses to cover whatever experimental treatment you might need. So you, your family and your friends will be forced to hold bake sales and bowl-a-thons to put a dent in the hundreds of thousands of dollars in medical bills that you will rack up. Losing your home is a forgone conclusion. You are destined to live out the rest of your natural born life in a studio apartment the size of a closet with your elderly mother and a Filipino nurse who does not speak English attending to you. Good times.
Being a gay male entitles you to the special set of worries attached with AIDS. You are going to get AIDS, it is your destiny as a gay man to get AIDS, you are going to die of AIDS. In my case, you are going to die of AIDS...alone. My mother is so fearful of this particular scenario that when I told her I had a surprise for her (my tattoo), she nearly wept with joy at seeing it.
Pair all of these thoughts with a slight case of OCD and you have my outlook on life. Honestly, I enjoy my day to day life and I try not to dwell on the glass half empty. Lately though, the combination of presidential politics and a possible career move is bringing a lot of nervousness to the surface. In the end though, the only things certain in life are death and taxes.
Cuidate.