we go everywhere together, wearing a raincoat that has four sleeves

Nov 03, 2007 00:44

I get to thinking.  It's 1 o clock in the morning, I have to be up at 7, I'm driving to Boston to work at Guitar Center, fixing people's broken guitars, and the only thing I want is a simple wish; I wish it would snow.  This is New England, so I don't know what I'm talking about; we don't get snow here, we get slush that turns into mud and gets everywhere and then freezes and makes your car slide off the road.  This isn't snow.  Snow happened here.  Some time in the past when I was too young to care, we had snow here.  I would shovel it into one pile with the kids in my neighborhood or my lack of friends at school and then we would tunnel into it, three feed wide, in 6 directions, our triangle upon triangle climbing into an 8 foot snowdrift and an ice slide on the far side into some stranger's yard who was too old or too nice to stop us.

Speaking of getting old... I'll be 20 years old in 2 months.  That is as small as 1/6 and as large as 1/3 of my life, unless unforeseen circumstances shorten or lengthen it.  This past twenty years of mine, they could make the difference between my existential A or C.

NO!

Fuck me.

Grading my own existence?

What is this?  America?

Judgment.  What do we know about it?  I've seen those fake TV shows where judges wave around hammers and egos the size of Texas, and I know that isn't justice.  I've seen good men hide dangers from others just to save a buck, only to have their secret exposed by someone else only doing what they think is right.  Is that justice?  Is upholding the system, the society, justice?

Oh the shades of gray.  Grey?  ...

I have this dream, where I can stand in front of a group of my fellow citizens without being judged, and where people care about people other than themselves, and no one wishes harm on anyone else, and something close to love holds everyone together into what we call a Human Existence.  Not a race.  This isn't a competition.  This isn't a war with a good side and a bad side, not that such a thing exists...  This is our life, this is our planet, and this is our universe.  People envision the future to be a better place; safer, smarter, more elegant.  Aliens and greater intelligences than our own will come and have pity on us, and save us from our squalor.  Bullshit.  The only thing saving us is, well, us.

I believe it starts with us, carries on with us, and ends with us.  Me, you, your neighbor, your priest, your spouse, your politician.

Can someone please do something about Corporations?  Under "law" a corporation is to be tried as an individual.  This means that an individuals sins; parties on the company money, pollution from one plant or two plants poured into public water, etc, etc, is tried as a crime by the entire organization, and thus CRIMINALS are getting away with real crimes by hiding behind the screen of a corporation.  Americans need to wake up from this ludicrous perception that it's everyone's job but their own.  IF YOU SEE SOMETHING THAT NEEDS DOING, DO IT!

I don't want to start a revolution.  I don't want to bring pain to anyone.  I don't want an uprising.  I don't want to have to shake the nation to its foundations and then kick the crap out of those too, but for humanity's sake, it needs doing.

I just don't know where to start.

I'd like for everything to be funnier.  I'd like for an embracing of awkwardness.  I'd like for a public dismissal of advertisement.  I'd like for people to research for themselves what they enjoy the most and need the most, and have the rationality to see how much need they must satisfy and how much want they must satisfy.

In the most extreme cases of literature; Utopian and "Dystopian" ideas spring from the fulfilling of either people's wants, or people's needs.  Everyone has both, and both must be addressed.  And this is no god forsaken Utopia.  Faith is as real as law, because people make it so.  Faith can drive people through insurmountable odds.  Why is it that we all have so much trouble finding that drive in ourselves?

It's there...

In other news, I'd like to fall in love again.  Will we?
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