Idling in Mediocrity

Here I am.

This is a stark break from previous entries raving about my arrival on sovereign soil. I have too much time and too much information coupled with too little experience. Add in my lack of vehicle and you are looking a lady destined for the welfare line as soon as student status clears...

There is so much frustration in learning it all the hard way. I could use an older sister.

The biggest downside is not my stagnating life, but the fact that I will cause stagnation and another to wallow in the self despair and misery that is endless waiting for an unknown future. I guess decisions based on emotion are irrational, through and through-but really I think that a world that refuses to accept love and only embrace cold-logic cannot and will never be good. TED Talks say 'do what makes you happy, pursue your dream and don't give in to temptation of money'. Yes, this is nice and all, but if we are adults born into debt, the youthful idealism of community spirit dies out- almost instantly. We resent the poor who use 'social services' and envy the rich whose money fuels the rising expense of private services. And yet, our derision to the extremes of society obscures the fundamental message-we are all individuals living together as a society struggling to keep on keepin' on. There is no battle between the rich and the poor with the middle getting hit from both sides. This is a militaristic vision of society that only exists in the teleprompters of the TV land man. This perpetuation of violence and this obsession with power and abuse is blinding us all from our shared human existence.

Life is now and then it is gone.

You are the other.

I don;t understand

Maybe it's because we won't put up a fight, but I don't understand. Why I should earn less than you men folk simply because I am a woman. Ain't no sense in that. I didn't pay any less for my education or my gold teeth, so why I gotta earn less. What's the deelio?

Please explain?

Just was looking at random things (internet informations) and it made me sad...At least we should stop pretending like it's gonna be alright and that it's gonna be fair, cuz it ain't.

It's bed time.

It's good to be back

Like I said, it's good to be back.

If you read this, you have probably already heard, but the colors are everywhere.

The grey cloud of depression-dust that settles over the land of Angles exists no more in my field of vision. Instead, I see the vibrant green from a rainy spring in Texas all the way to the tropical exoticism of New Orleans. Fields of wildflowers blossom along the tarmac where, before, in the land over yonder, the only colors edging the motorway were bags of crisps glittering in their oil-soaked sheen. Now, I look out my windows and smile. Gravity, the who's who of solar-power, pulls my face upwards, lips curling towards the sun. I'm like a plant, only better.

There is of course, a downside. My grod is trapped, a prisoner of his own devices, in the homeland of his most historic enemies. Yet, he will prosper and he will not develop a scouse accent nor will he lose his sanity. Why? Because I've got that part of his brain in my left pocket, securely attached to my lucky rabbit foot and key chain magic eight-ball. Try to jinx that.

I saw my first handgun in a gas station in East Texas. I got excited.

I saw my first glimpse of the loose liquors laws of Louisiana in a gas station in Opelousas. I got excited.

It's good to be back. It'll be even better when we're all back.