Volunteer.
That's what I am. I choose to do the work that I am doing for whatever organization I deem is worthy of my time and effort.
I got asked last week why people hadn't seen me around in a while. Granted there had been some work and minor health issues (nothing major I assure you...that's why they're called "minor") but frankly, my time is what I make of it and if I decide for one day that maybe I just don't want to volunteer my time and decide that I need some "me" time then I'm going to take it.
One person however seemed a little...unimpressed shall we say and actually confronted me with my "dedication" to the organization. I turned around and said, "My time is what I make of it. I could be home now watching amateur interracial gangbang porn and jacking off all night but I'm here instead because I want to be here. If you have a problem with that, then I guess you need to find the nearest copy of Webster's Dictionary and look up the word 'volunteer' and read it very carefully."
Stunned, he said nothing and walked away.
I got home and started giggling knowing that whenever I'm not there, this guy is going to imagine me at home, my pants around my ankles, and a certain film millieu on my TV screen.
I can live with that.
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