Here's a list of all the places I can remember eating at on my birthday:
I never said these posts would be interesting. I just said that they would be made.
Yesterday was the twentieth anniversary of my Golden Birthday. Many similarities, pretty substantial differences. All in all, an opportunity to reflect on how absolutely lovely my life is right now.
That does seem pretty messed up to say, given the state of the world. But at this point in 2005, we were just about a month into the second term of a horrible human being who had used racism and a facade of talent to return himself to the White House. This is not my first rodeo. Hell, this is not America's first rodeo. Y'all do know that we once fought a war amongst ourselves? In some ways, we're still fighting it.
Here's where I channel Kurt Vonnegut and comment on my writing while I am in the middle of the book. I recognize that I move very quickly from idea to idea. I do not stay long on any one topic. This, I believe, is a liability for a deep thinker. But it makes sense for someone who doubts that others can keep up.
And boy howdy, do these dummies struggle to keep up. They think that their material wealth dictates their quality of life. They have no idea that peace is theirs if they allow themselves to feel it. Why don't they allow themselves that pleasure? Have they been tricked, or are they complicit in their own delusions?
I don't know. Part of me wants to spend the rest of my life figuring it out. But a growing part of me wants to say, "Who cares?" and keep moving about my day. That's the part who's typing right now. I'm not sure how long he'll be hanging out, but he'll likely be here again tomorrow. I hope you'll stop by to say hello.