Wednesday, May 30, 2007

a life, in short

I remember looking in mirrors from my earliest childhood and hating what I see. That has not changed. I've felt out of place, always on the outside looking in. Again that has not changed. I have asked myself for years, who am I and what is my place in this world? I know I am supposed to be here for a reason, but even after sixty years, I don't have a clue. I know factory life and corporate life are both outside of my purvue. It's always, "You're good, but not good enough". Am I ever going to be good enough for anything? Anyone?

I have sought answers and only found more questions. I have made many close and some extremely close, friends in the writer community. I know now that I can write, but to what avail? I want to make a change, to do something. Who am I, what am I supposed to do? If only I really know. Maybe someday

Sunday, May 06, 2007

So clean we're killing ourselves

How clean do we have to be? We have sanitzed ourselves to the point that the smallest bug will kill us. We as kids used to play in the dirt. We made mud pies. We caught various mild maladies. Guess what, that built up our resistance. Not anymore. Heaven forbid a kid gets dirty without mom grabbing the lysol! To make matters worse, these survivors started drug companies that designed drugs to cure everything. Ok, some of them are worthwhile. Depression has only recently been diagosed and treatable. The same goes for some other things, but the change is more to do with, heaven forbid, carbs and calories!! We have to eat 'healthy' to stay well and skinny.

On another topic, but related.

Smoking is something man has done for years. Now it is so bad that the government thinks it is everypersons parent and has decided to add outrageous taxes to prevent people from buying these things. Excuse me, but many buy these things to relieve the stress of worrying about what they can or cannot eat. They smoke so they don't have to worry that that extra pound will show and they can't afford one of those muscle builders. But, thanks to the experience of the 20's alcohol is ok. It is so ok that it is advertised everywhere. Buy bud, get drunk, run down the innocents, hopefully the ones that have those overpriced cigerettes in their pocket.

People are so stressed worrying about the carbs and calories that they are constantly paying for their doctors european vacations to ensure they have the latest calorie killer, carb reducer and stress reliever. Don't worry about it, the drunks can smash even the svelte, calorie counting, carbless, non smoker into the nearest sidewalk.