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Social Phobias and Wealth


I grew up in the inner-city, Greenville, NC. I was what you would call a street kid in the truest since of the word. I wasn’t homeless, nor did I ditch school every day for the lure of the streets, but I did take to the streets whole heartedly. I loved it to the degree that I thought it was the best life for me. And although I did not miss much school and my grades were well above average, the freedom and unruliness that I took for myself in the streets very much spilled over into my persona during in-school hours. I participated in just about every activity that is characteristic of inner-city street life. Feel free to let your imagination run and it’ll probably be true, but you still won’t understand the depth of what I was or who I was. Because there was something that separated my from most young men of the sort. That thing is that I truly believed in it. I enjoyed it. The fights, the drugs, money, women, and most importantly the leverage it gave you over the formal rules of society. I couldn’t believe anyone would ever willingly choose to live the square life. To grow from a youth blindly pledging to square and bland associations to applying and waiting your way through bureaucratic systems only for the opportunity to work and be hand-fed by commercial and industrial society. All the licenses, grants, permissions, rewards, loans, retirements, and benefits seemed to me to be hung over the heads of common society members by the grantors or those who wield such authority. I was subject to no one and nothing bothered me. Furthermore, anything that the authorities thought they had the market cornered on, – those licenses, loans, and benefits, – I could acquire in my own ingenuous ways. Ingenious and resilient I was. By the time I was seventeen I had boarded planes and buses, rented cars, apartments, booked hotel reservations, cashed checks, and bought my first car without so much as an identification card.

It’s not that I never tried to acquire a state id or drivers license. After I got pulled over for driving without a license a few times, I saw the need for one. I endeavored across the tracks over into the commercial district of town, waited in that horrible line at the DMV with all the other depressing loyal subjects of the city, and presented myself before the front desk authority who, to me, looked no different than us, but who did wield this authority of one who grants permissions. I asked her what I needed to do to come within compliance of the DMV and be eligible for a drivers license. She quickly pulled up my traffic history and told me that my tickets for no operators license rendered me ineligible. Rather than suffer any further humiliation I said okay, and proudly walked back to my Cadillac, got in, and drove away having had my fill of the commercial district for this year. I went back to my regularly scheduled program – my lifestyle status quo JasonTreuBusinessNetworking.

I am an adult now and I have socially and civilly developed. I have worked, managed businesses, started business, failed and succeeded. I’ve applied, been denied and accepted. I’ve questioned authority and demanded answers. Most of my questions have been answered and most of my needs have been served by public and city officials. I’ve all but overcome my social handicaps. And to all of you who suffered through me antagonizing the common city life, I live it now and it is kind of cool. I believe myself to be a nice person and I believe that people in general are nice and I love to encounter the different people in all circles of society.

I had a condition that kept me from enjoying the broad spectrum of life. School was my only intervention into this condition and after I graduated, although I was recruited by some small college scouts, due to so much criminal activity already having surfaced I had troubles with the law and, guess who – city officials. I had to answer for the wrong choices I made in the streets and the courts saw fit to induct me into the penal system. So in the end, my inability to act with regard for societies needs and processes, placed my fate in the hands of society’s authorities to decide altogether. I was held accountable and therefor, I had to face my biggest social phobia of them all.