Happy Chinese New Year!
Writing is so difficult. It makes me depressed sometimes because I tend to gravitate toward in depth complaining about the way the world is today. Although I think about these things on my own, they don’t dominate my life as they do my writing. In reality, I walk around town with consideration of this and that, more in a “huh, isn’t that funny” style acknowledgement. Afterall, nothing of what I tend to think is of any use without a proper conversation with someone else, and usually a beer.
So I am trying to keep some ideas brief to avoid the mountainous prospect of delving into the depths, “the depths of hell,” as Larry David would say.
I injure myself playing basketball these days, not skateboarding. I grew up being raised under the notion that skateboarding would result in something bad, affecting the rest of the things I enjoy. Now, when I sprain my ankle on someone’s fat foot going for a layup, I fall to the ground, yell out a curse word and instantly think about how long it’s going to be until I can skateboard again. And that is depressing.
The term “terrorist” is somewhat irrelevant. It’s stupid to label things of such magnitude by a single word because these events become grouped together, sometimes rightfully so, sometimes not, and then turn out to be minimalized by that very association. It’s just one of a series. Insignificant on its own. We know that’s not true.
On the other hand, when hearing of the attack in Paris at Charlie Hebdo, one of my first reactions was “we in the US do this stuff to ourselves so often and refuse to do anything about it.” I am talking about school shootings. And nothing ever changes.
War is too easy on people these days. Take me for instance. Regardless of my opinions about going into a particular war or not, there is nothing I personally need to worry about. Sure, I have some friends who may volunteer to go, but I won’t because there is no draft. My taxes are unaffected; I live and work and consume only news about that war. Now imagine if I were a lawmaker helping actually make this decision. I have almost nothing to lose by declaring war. There needs to be more incentives to stay OUT of war.
And then there is school. I have to wake up each day this week at 715 and spend 6 whole hours in a classroom for five days straight. This is very intimidating to me at this moment in my life. I’m not so sure if I’m complaining or I’m subconsciously acknowledging that not working is a wonderful, wonderful thing.