Cookie Cutters

I live in America. The land of the cookie-cutters. Cookie-cutter houses, cookie-cutter jobs, cookie-cutter lives. The American dream. To live in a subdivision where everyone has the same house that looks the same way with the same lawn and the same car and the same number of kids who all go to the same school and get the same grades and learn the same thing. There is no creativity, if you dare to think outside of the box you are met with rules and permits and Homeowners associations. Your eleven and you want to start a Lemonade stand? Well first off you have to get a business permit and you need to pay $50 to rent the corner for the day and your lemonade needs to be tested by the FDA and that also has a fee and you want to hire your nine year old brother to work for you well you need another permit and have to pay him at least $6.50 an hour but you cant hire him anyways because he isnt old enough to get a work permit. Welcome, my dears, to America. The exits to the left.

Hope is a thing with feathers

Hope. Some call it a blessing. I see it as more of a curse. It is that little voice that whispers "maybe?" when the rest of you is screaming "NEVER GONNA HAPPEN!" It is the feeling that keeps you going when you know your fighting for a lost cause. It never seems to go away, even when you want it to.  It sets you up for great heartbreak and dissapointment. It also sets you up for great happiness, but the odds are against that. And I greatly dislike betting against the odds.

Premonitions

Sometimes you get the feeling that alot is going to change, very quickly. Sometimes it does, most times it dosent. The ironic part is that the time when things usually do change is the time you would most rather them not change. Perhaps it is a good idea to never get too comfortable. Things are always liable to change.

Some Things

Some things make no sense. Like unions. Or me. I dont know. People never really put thought into things anymore. Its like the whole world stopped thinking. I suppose the few people who do are either dirt poor or filthy rich. Personally Id rather be dirt poor. Ah well. Cant wait for tomorrow.