On a quest
I've decided that I've had enough of sitting around this state of Texas which qualifies as is its own country. I am in the mood for an adventure that will take me through the back roads of America. 50 United States and I only know four of them. 3 million people in this city and I know about 20 of them. For every person I know they know 20 others and one of them must live elsewhere. So then I am determined to meet as many people as I can that live outside my narrow box of a world view and trade tales of the most outrageous kind over copious amounts of alcohol. It does not matter to me what kind of dive I find myself in. I can sleep in cars and shower in truck stops. I don't need to live like a queen I need to be alive like a peasant.
Royalty, nobility, and aristocracy may have all the money and things that money can buy, but I don't believe them to be really free. Hundreds of years ago marriages were arranged, lives mapped out, destinies determined by who held the purse strings. It was the peasants who could marry for love, live where they wanted, and have the freedom of lying out under a tree during a storm and trying to catch rain drops on their tongues. I fell into the trap of believing I could only be happy if my partner was rich, handsome, and came from a good family. I've seen first hand what rich, handsome, and a good family is like. Critical, narrow-minded, snobbish, blue-blood jerks who make your life hell. Which do you choose? Happiness or status? Personally I've always been content to walk down the dark, smoky stairs into the depths of Metropol, than to be in the glittery ballrooms of the Galleria Marriott. I can speak the King's English just as well, better in fact, while wearing jeans, a halter top, sandals, drinking a Bud Light straight from the bottle, and singing along to the Blue's.
So that is my mission this summer. To hit as many states as I can. To make a new friend, at least for one day, and immortalize his/her name within the pages of my journals. Ciao!
Royalty, nobility, and aristocracy may have all the money and things that money can buy, but I don't believe them to be really free. Hundreds of years ago marriages were arranged, lives mapped out, destinies determined by who held the purse strings. It was the peasants who could marry for love, live where they wanted, and have the freedom of lying out under a tree during a storm and trying to catch rain drops on their tongues. I fell into the trap of believing I could only be happy if my partner was rich, handsome, and came from a good family. I've seen first hand what rich, handsome, and a good family is like. Critical, narrow-minded, snobbish, blue-blood jerks who make your life hell. Which do you choose? Happiness or status? Personally I've always been content to walk down the dark, smoky stairs into the depths of Metropol, than to be in the glittery ballrooms of the Galleria Marriott. I can speak the King's English just as well, better in fact, while wearing jeans, a halter top, sandals, drinking a Bud Light straight from the bottle, and singing along to the Blue's.
So that is my mission this summer. To hit as many states as I can. To make a new friend, at least for one day, and immortalize his/her name within the pages of my journals. Ciao!