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Aug 30, 2004 Well, here I am, sitting in the comfy chair, trying to write something. Trying to browse my tired brain in order to spill out something remotely interesting to you people is really what I meant to say. Hehe. So, here goes... I'm just an average guy. Twenty years old, been living in this country for almost ten years now. It's been fun, for sure. I enjoyed it. Ain't nothing like Russia here, mostly for the good of it. I get along my little life like everyone else: you frolic in the happy times and put yourself in a mental corner in the bad, scary times. You expect help from others and give it away whenever is needed. And most importantly, you greet people with a smile and expect a smile back. Well, that hasn't been happening for me for a heck of a long while now. It just don't happen. Whenever I go out to a big crowded area with a lot of people most of the emotions I am confronted with is a great variety of unpleasantness. Whether I smile or frown, or just wear a very weird look on my face, I see all the bypassers as being somehow disappointed in me. That's right. Something they don't seem to be happy about. One might call me a little paranoid, and I can't completely push that away, I'm sure, but the truth is I don't get that kind of a treatment from my close friends. And I do notice this very thing happen between other strangers around me. So, really, fellas, what the heck is the matter? I've noticed that life in this country isn't simple. Any minute one might get fired from his or her job, his or her parents might get divorsed, or he or she may get jumped by a satanistic cult down by the river somewhere... Well, that one may be less probable, but still, one might be surprised how many people are often dreading this very thing. I mean, heck, just take a look at how much our "sense of intelligence" has changed since the sixties. People don't go around waving the "peace" sign and wearing flowers around their heads... Well, that's not necessarily a bad thing that that has stopped. But sadly in our new non- hippy world, just as one might expect, the amount of us going through all stages of depression, suicide, and just a load of low self esteem has risen a rather grand amount from the flower- filled Sixties. That, I believe, is what had contributed to the general unpleasant outlook we have towards each other when being thrown out to having to meet each other face to face. Frankly, I believe that the way our country had been thus formed is that we put every strength we have into our jobs and the general productivity of the nation. We put so much into that that when we come home, or go shopping on the weekends, we get ironically lost in thinking of more problems to solve, and again, put our very souls into getting the job done. But the problem here is that our lives have to be based on our homes and our families. And when it comes to one's family, the idea shifts from blindly knocking down mountains to sell 100 packages instead of 50 to settling down and forgetting everything except for our children, parents, or siblings, and what it is that's going on in their little lives. And that's hard to do when most of us Americans know we have to overcome ANY obstacles that might come on the way to get the job done 100%, sometimes 150%. But if you do something better than %100, that just damn well bends the stick backwards and breaks it. And when breaking the stick, and please stick with me here, we also gradually break our closeness to those who try to help us in those times when the stick breaks and we do need their help. And those I just mentioned are not always your parents and grandparents. They are also your friends, and they are those we happen to run into on the street whom we DIDN'T give the cold shoulder or the mean look or the angry word when they spill chocolade ice cream on your new Polo shirt. Those are the ties we make which are just as golden, no less, as the ties we were given at birth and the ties we know we won't loose, like our parents and grandparents, so we start to take them for granted. Our friends, however, and the strangers we meet on the street we tend to extend a more tender hand and kinder word, do we not. All because we know how much easier it is to lose them than to gain them. Well, my point is coming to an end now. A lot of things I said here, a lot of things I simply noted. Everything I mean, however, from the bottom of my heart... Funny though, how we say that: "the bottom of my heart". If you mean what you say, they you should damn well be using your whole heart, not just the bottom of it. Oh, well. Please, excuse me for the d-words. I wanted them here simply to accent all my points. If they get on the way of my article being published on your G-rated website, please let me know to edit it or feel free to do it yourself. Well, the best of everything to all the readers and God bless you, your families, and those who are not as blessed as the rest of us. Don't ever lose hope. Just out of principle, if all else fails. Life, as we've all noticed, is so very unpredictable. Peace!!!!!! ------------ About the author: I am Sam, Sam I am. I'm am almost 21 and go to school in University of WI, Superior, gonna be a Junior this year. Hope to learn to be a journalist and write books at the same time. That's about all. I don't got no website URL... Maybe someday, though. Email: sammyboy@rocketmail.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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