The Daft, Demented, and Delirious

Why is this the land of opportunity for everyone else excpet the people who really need it? I am frustrated. The streets here were never really paved in gold at all, they are merely gold plated, cheap, and synthetic just like everything else. practically everything is made in China. Plymouth Rock was once tattooed with a swastika, when some angsty, emo, nazi, teenagers lovingly spray painted it a decade or so ago. A childish brandishing of anarchy but I understand their frustration. I feel at this time that I should mention that I do NOT in any way support nazis or racist behavior or any sort. I am proud of my freedoms and I am not some self proclaimed political satirist. I understand that other countries have no real freedoms at all. This leaves one to wonder though if all this said freedom has lead to a nation of spoiled, lazy, self indulgent, overly entitled brats? Am I getting old or are young people as awful and ungrateful as they seem? Today I got a letter from my insurance compa...

The time has come for a good old fashioned house cleaning in my personal life. I admit sometimes I have the hugability of a pincushion cactus but I find this much more appealing then being the emotional punching bag that I was for many unhappy years. It's not that I can't hack it I just refuse to anymore. If I wanted to listen and solve everyone's issues I'd go back to school and get my social working licesnse. ( Actually not a bad idea ) Maybe I'll just start mailing out bills for co-pays and office visits!? My family is the drama and horror equivelent of any Wes Craven movie! It seems no matter how fast I swim away I always get stuck in the swirling whirlpool of proverbile bullshit as people in my life take turns doing emotional piranha attacks on my psyche. When I am feeling uncomfortable and otherwise dejected I pull away from whatever it is in my life that is causing it. It may not be healthy or normal but I can't stand to be irritated. I refuse to be a...

Born chubby and now a grown, robust, italian/portuguese american, women; I have come to realize a thing or two that I might have missed if in fact I had been born tall and ballerina like. I used to hope and pray that someday my neck would gracefully stretch out and that my fleshy, fruit shaped, abdomen would magically transform into an elegant and elongated piece of art work, much like the women's bodies I'd seen all my life In the Victoria's Secret catalogue. Funny thing is, this didn't happen. Still hasn't and probably never will. I am 5 foot 1 and overweight but I can't help but wonder if I'm healthy and happy does what the bastard scale says really even matter? Being me used to really bum me out but in some small way I have never really wanted to be anyone else either. I have witnessed on several occasions the way that grown men and boys alike have tried in their own way for lack of a better explanation "compliment" my girlfriends. They ju...

Why is it that all the important life lessons and sound advice that you get from your parents and guardians you choose to ignore when you're young? I have been given a whole lot of wonderful tid bits and nuggets of knowledge throughout my life and for years it seems the advice has fallen short of my young, deaf, ears. Now and again when I make a mistake or I have a moment where I regret a decision that I have hastily made I hear my mother's voice mocking me, "I told you so!" When my mother told me at the age of 16, "these are the best days of your life kido so enjoy them now!" I thought to myself with a heartfelt cringe, "if these are the best days of my life I want to be struck by a bus right this very minute!" Dramatic? Yes but I always had quite the theatrical flare and especially so when I was 16. Being an adult isn't as great as my adolescent mind once thought it would be but it also isn't as boring and conformist as I thought it wou...