Tall Buildings Shake / Voices Escape / Singing Sad Sad Songs
No, I wasn't in a mood, but I damn well am now.
And fuck trying to articulate my position on the state of things. You know why? Because I'm not smart enough to do it, and even when I'm only trying to say something really simple and basic, it comes across the wrong way.
I don't know statistics and I didn't make it past the first half of the first semester of high school, so history is not a strong point of mine. Neither is geography, math, or science. In point of fact, I have very few strong points; but if you know me at all I shouldn't have to point it out, you knew it already.
I don't know how I feel about the country I live in. I know that some days I have an overwhelming sense of faith that we as a people won't let it get worse, that we will stand together and speak our minds and we will be heard as the collective voice of change.
However, more often than not, I know for a fact that it's all going to shit and it will only be a matter of time before me and mine are shipped off to Gitmo for downloading the latest Sigur Ros album.
There is beauty and strength and compassion in this miraculous collection of humanity, yet we are capable of turning a blind eye on the most appalling acts of violence and brutality against our fellow man if it means that we can continue to charge our White Chocolate Mocha Frappuccinos on our platinum Visa.
I don't know how to balance my appreciation for being an American with my contempt for everything that is wrong with this country. I don't know how to communicate that I love you, and in the same breath express how much I abhor being part of the human race.
My knowledge of the world is limited, my views are scattered and ill formed, and my aptitude for debate is inadequate.
So I will go back to taking quizzes telling me who my Celebrity Boob Twin is and talking about pie. It's what I'm good at.
And fuck trying to articulate my position on the state of things. You know why? Because I'm not smart enough to do it, and even when I'm only trying to say something really simple and basic, it comes across the wrong way.
I don't know statistics and I didn't make it past the first half of the first semester of high school, so history is not a strong point of mine. Neither is geography, math, or science. In point of fact, I have very few strong points; but if you know me at all I shouldn't have to point it out, you knew it already.
I don't know how I feel about the country I live in. I know that some days I have an overwhelming sense of faith that we as a people won't let it get worse, that we will stand together and speak our minds and we will be heard as the collective voice of change.
However, more often than not, I know for a fact that it's all going to shit and it will only be a matter of time before me and mine are shipped off to Gitmo for downloading the latest Sigur Ros album.
There is beauty and strength and compassion in this miraculous collection of humanity, yet we are capable of turning a blind eye on the most appalling acts of violence and brutality against our fellow man if it means that we can continue to charge our White Chocolate Mocha Frappuccinos on our platinum Visa.
I don't know how to balance my appreciation for being an American with my contempt for everything that is wrong with this country. I don't know how to communicate that I love you, and in the same breath express how much I abhor being part of the human race.
My knowledge of the world is limited, my views are scattered and ill formed, and my aptitude for debate is inadequate.
So I will go back to taking quizzes telling me who my Celebrity Boob Twin is and talking about pie. It's what I'm good at.