***due to the touchy-feeliness of this post, I will apologize ahead of time if I'm out of line anywhere. (to the moderators)
I don't like to face reality. I bury myself in philosophy (i.e., new age, religion, out-there shtick), fantasy novels where everyone is happy in the end, love stories, music, relationships, etc cetera...
But, eventually, what goes up must come down, and I really came down.
The other day, I was shown my family's finacial status that I was not previously aware of. I know that the economy has gone to SHITE, and that alot of people are getting laid off from work, but that isn't the thing that was really wrong.
My family would be FINE if my brother hadn't commited suicide. Two years ago, my mother was holding on to a steady job and bringing home a lot of money--we lived quite comfortably in this house, despite the fact that half the family members was being rushed to the hospital every week (car wreaks, ulcers...).
After my brother died, my mom couldn't hold on to her job. Her boss said she wasn't the same when she went back to work; wasn't as productive.
Where the hell is FAIR in that?!?!
But then again, who said life was fair?
So yeah. I don't like looking out the window at my neighbor's busted up cars with their recently slashed tires, the little kids fighting down the street, the drug deals going around my friends, and other friends that quit giving a damn.
But sooner or later, I'm gonna have to stand up and take a stand for what's right, even if I'm standing alone.
***I'm sorry for all the angst!
I don't like to face reality. I bury myself in philosophy (i.e., new age, religion, out-there shtick), fantasy novels where everyone is happy in the end, love stories, music, relationships, etc cetera...
But, eventually, what goes up must come down, and I really came down.
The other day, I was shown my family's finacial status that I was not previously aware of. I know that the economy has gone to SHITE, and that alot of people are getting laid off from work, but that isn't the thing that was really wrong.
My family would be FINE if my brother hadn't commited suicide. Two years ago, my mother was holding on to a steady job and bringing home a lot of money--we lived quite comfortably in this house, despite the fact that half the family members was being rushed to the hospital every week (car wreaks, ulcers...).
After my brother died, my mom couldn't hold on to her job. Her boss said she wasn't the same when she went back to work; wasn't as productive.
Where the hell is FAIR in that?!?!
But then again, who said life was fair?
So yeah. I don't like looking out the window at my neighbor's busted up cars with their recently slashed tires, the little kids fighting down the street, the drug deals going around my friends, and other friends that quit giving a damn.
But sooner or later, I'm gonna have to stand up and take a stand for what's right, even if I'm standing alone.
***I'm sorry for all the angst!
