Was it this surreal in the 60's?
It's wierd to think that I'm living in sucha historically significant period. Our economy is in crisis (again) and we've just been swept bya political furvor not seen since the 1960's--which culminated in the elction of our first black president. There were mobs celebrating in the streets all across the country!
And here I am worrying about how to pay for rent, or if I really do have a job, or if music really is the right major for me after all. Maybe I should take up journalism or technical theatre? All the history-in-the-making seems so surreal, especially since I'm not caught up in the fervor. I want to like Obama. I really, really want to like him. I want to believe that we've elected a decent, honest human being into office; one who will bring not just change but change for the better. I want to have faith in my country's political system again, I want to be able to have pride in my country not jsut for its past, but for it's present--and hope for its future. But there's a little voice in the back of my head that won't let me be consumed into the crowd quite so easy. It points out how charismatic Obama is, but how little some of his speaches actually say, and how so many people in his audience look like deer caught in headlights. They just nod, faces full of awe; and if you were to ask them what Obama had just said, they would have a hard time telling you. It worries me. Recently, our country has been involved in disastrous warfare; both politically and in terms of loss of life. Respect for us worldwide is low. Our economy is crashing, and our political leaders are bumbling and innefective. We want someone new, someone different, someone charismatic, who will give us hope by promising change. We want to be proud of ourselves again, to be great, golden shining America, an example to the world.
Replace "America" with "Germany" and that description could have been used some 70-odd years ago.
I think I might take up blogging as a new hobby. Lord knows I need to write more.
And here I am worrying about how to pay for rent, or if I really do have a job, or if music really is the right major for me after all. Maybe I should take up journalism or technical theatre? All the history-in-the-making seems so surreal, especially since I'm not caught up in the fervor. I want to like Obama. I really, really want to like him. I want to believe that we've elected a decent, honest human being into office; one who will bring not just change but change for the better. I want to have faith in my country's political system again, I want to be able to have pride in my country not jsut for its past, but for it's present--and hope for its future. But there's a little voice in the back of my head that won't let me be consumed into the crowd quite so easy. It points out how charismatic Obama is, but how little some of his speaches actually say, and how so many people in his audience look like deer caught in headlights. They just nod, faces full of awe; and if you were to ask them what Obama had just said, they would have a hard time telling you. It worries me. Recently, our country has been involved in disastrous warfare; both politically and in terms of loss of life. Respect for us worldwide is low. Our economy is crashing, and our political leaders are bumbling and innefective. We want someone new, someone different, someone charismatic, who will give us hope by promising change. We want to be proud of ourselves again, to be great, golden shining America, an example to the world.
Replace "America" with "Germany" and that description could have been used some 70-odd years ago.
I think I might take up blogging as a new hobby. Lord knows I need to write more.