Monday, July 30, 2012

Alive or Dead?



                I printed out many of the photographs from vacation and put them in frames on the wall.  I actually took a space previously devoted to photos of the children as babies and put up only beach pictures of my children and I.  (Yes, I put the other baby pictures up somewhere else; I’m not a complete asshole.)  What am I trying to prove with this display?  I’m not sure.  But when I looked at it a minute ago, I got a little freaked out, because earlier I lit a candle nearby it, and now it looks like a fucking altar or something.  Maybe I have a problem.

                Maybe I’m the only one who is still guessing that I might have a problem.  J

                For the one thousandth time, I don’t belong in this fucking cesspool called Nebraska, but I’m not sure I belong in that cesspool called Los Angeles either.  There are too many people there.  And while I love those beach cities, it is criminally insane of me not to acknowledge that L.A. has too many people and that getting anywhere is a huge pain in the ass. Is it worth it?!  I think it has to be.  I think it has to be worth all the sacrifices a person makes to be where they want to be at the end of the day.  If I go to bed with an ocean view, I have succeeded in achieving a personal goal.  Isn’t that what people do?  Make plans in life and then try to achieve them? 

                Some people would disagree, and diversity of preference and ideology is what makes America beautiful.  Some people retreat to the woods and camp it out; some people love the woods and streams and fishing with their hands.   Some people go to the big city to see museums and walk all day to see the historical sights.  Some people go the islands of Hawai’i and get transfixed by the crashing waves and midday rainbows.  There are people who choose to live in the frozen tundra of North Dakota, the desert wasteland of Oklahoma, the dense woodlands of Vermont, and the packed cluster-fuck of Manhattan Island.  They have all chosen a lifestyle, and I really think that most of the people (adults, at least) who live here in Nebraska have actively chosen this lifestyle.  It appeals to them on some level.  Kudos to them.   Happiness is where we find it, so if it’s in the midst of corn, so be it; but the like-mindedness of others seems to me very important also, and I find people who are on my broadband channel few and far between here. 

                Yesterday I was open and honest with my family about my intention to find a new place to be.  It make take a year; it may take three … but I can wait, because I deserve to be happy.  And my happiness directly impacts theirs.  Life can be good again, I know it.  

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