REALIZATION

Realization is this; You and the people close to you are unknowingly floating along in a big protective bubble. You like the bubble, even though it bounces up and down at times. It's always good to stay afloat. But when someone outside tells you a secret, it's like an F5 tornado has sucked you out of your bubble, ripping it to shreds so you can never get back inside. Everything outside is swirling around and around out of control. Once you learn something you can never forget it. No matter how much you want to. Your only hope is to try and drag your loved ones out with you. You want to save them... or perhaps they can save you. But people don't like the truth. They like it in the bubble. If you tell people the truth, they shoot the messenger, because the messenger just fucked up their world big time. So now you must live in the dizzying world outside alone.

They say that over organizing things is a sign of loneliness. That could be why the civilized world is so OCD. Whites are made their brightest. Lawns don't have a weed in sight. Sit up straight. Cross your t's and dot your i's. Try to do everything the way it should be done. And spend a large portion of your income, on drinking establishments

I need some excitement

I need to take another break from reality. I have tons more terrible things I could blog about but I'm getting really depressed from this shit. My next blog will be about the link between TV and ADD, obesity, violence, relationship problems etc. It's a bad world and corporations are 80% to blame....the other percentages is the government and us the people. We're all in this together. The end of the world will be every ones fault. You can't blame the weather for acting weird from global warming. You drove to the grocery store when you could have walked. You threw that wrapper in the garbage when you were to lazy to throw it in the recycle bin. When the ice caps melt and your neighbourhood floods you can't blame someone else. Crap. I'm doing it again.

If I could be anywhere right now, I would be in a field, beside a victorian mansion, with a handsome, charming, very rich fellow, sipping wine. I would be a very beautiful, well off but not rich , madam. The year is 1830. It's a glorious spring day. Birds are chirping, apple blossoms blooming. A warm breeze sweeps through my hair; flowing spun gold hair. I wonder if the handsome sir Elijah Thomas Benedict has a liking for me. The industrial revolution has begun some years prior, but not to the extent that it is now. No pollution, no computers, no advertisements plastered to everything, no cars, televisions, i-pods... sigh.

I think I'll go some were with this. There's nothing like a good romance to cheer up a girl when she's down. Sappy romances to a woman are like porn to a man. A complete escape from reality.