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Minggu, 22 Mei 2016

The Little Choo Choo That Thought

That cute little engine...just a chuggin up those tough little tracks.  Very inspirational till you find out the tracks you are on will cause you to shave your head and go insane...no matter how strong you try to stay or how much you hate to admit it.

Here I am again with a shorted check...

go to work?  Get yelled at.  Dont go to work?  Get yelled at.  Come in early?  Get yelled at.  Come in on time?  Well you get the point.

But I wish that everyone would just understand me.  Its not so much that work is getting to me but the fact that I get to watch the world spin round while Im wasting my time here, fighting to get my proper pay.

A waste of time....Im to the point where I just want to jump into the unknown and get where I need to go.  This place doesnt want to pay me and Im stressing more than I should just to get a bite to eat.  But hey if I spent my time in the garden, I could get my food and have much less stress.  As far as rent and all that go?  Id rather be homeless.  Maybe that is me being minimalist though.  Im ok without the proper equipment over my head seeing as I hardly have that anyway.  But I dont find happiness in money, only false security.  Tell me people, what is the point of having a nice home or anything like that if youre too stressed, tired, or never home to enjoy it?

So here I am, going off the tracks.  The trail without the tracks is just as hard to get around and seems impossible.

Impossible


We said it was impossible to fly and all that fun stuff.  We said that blacks and whites could never mix in peace.  We said a lot of crazy crap was impossible...that was very possible.  Maybe I wont make any money and have a crap ton of bills but at least I wont come home after a fight with management.  Im my manager.  Besides, Im pretty good at governing myself.  I know how I think and know what I will and wont do.

Here I go...about to fly off my tracks into a heavily wooded foggy forest of unknown.  Im almost as excited as I am afraid...afraid of that unknown.
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Kamis, 28 April 2016

Out of the Soviet Bears Cave

History books...arent they interesting?

I dont generally find history interesting unless you throw in science (such as in my college class Intellectual US History) or you hear it from someone else that was there.  Funny thing is, when you hear it from someone else, you will either do one of two things:
  1. Think that person has the wrong facts
  2. Think the history book is wrong
And Im not saying either is right or wrong but the thing about history is it is a story...his story.  Everyones story is different.

I remember someone some point in my life telling me that the Japanese history books had some things scratched out.  I dont blame them.  The US books probably have a bunch scratched out as well.  Many things are explained in short...many MANY things.  How many people know that Thomas Jefferson actually got to know his slaves?  How many people know that he also wrote about Africans being more efficient in their work due to things like them not having to use the restroom as much (scientifically speaking, Africans retain water due to their native environment not being so water friendly.  This is a hereditary trait much like how a person has pale eyes or a dog has short fur...all due to climate.)  How many people thought that this could further feed racism?  My history books talked about camps for the Japanese and others that looked Japanese, but it was only about a paragraph long.  I imagine a Japanese book really touches on it much like how we really go on about Pear Harbor.

But Im not here to bag on anyone.  I have another story.  Yay for story time!

I have a lot of friends that are either first generation American or that were born outside of the US.  I sort of befriended an older lady named Natalya and I love love LOVE her to death.  She is possibly one of the nicest people I know.  Anyway, Natalya came to the US from Russia probably around 5 years ago with two of her kids.  She has a son and a daughter that still live in Russia.  She grew up in the Soviet Union...oh yes she did.  Of course it isnt the same Soviet Union we hear about in US history books though.

She told me that when she was little, everyone went to school and everyone was forced to keep up and learn (which is why today Russias literacy rate is extremely high.  Even though the US requires children to go to school, were not as strict and our literacy rate is very low.)  Nobody was poor but nobody was rich either (generally speaking.)  Everyone had what they needed and nothing more.  According to her, now there are tons of homeless and starving.  "I love my new home," she would say "but western culture is ruining everywhere else."

Funny story, most of the people I know from outside of the US were poor...poor as in didnt have much money.  However their life stories are so interesting.  Take another friend of mine from Ukraine.  She showed me a picture of her old house with her dogs and her grandmother and aunt (both decided to stay.)  Yes it was small but their yard?  HUGE with lots a fresh fruits and veggies everywhere!  They didnt have much at all but they had one cow and a couple of chickens.  They had what they needed which would be poor according to western standards but well off according to other standards.  Another girl I know, Lyudmila, grew up in Uzbekistan and was also considered poor according to western standards.  What did they have?  A large garden with fruits and veggies, a cow, dogs, cats, chickens, and so on.  Again...well off in some standards!  Of course I know many more from Ukraine, Russia, Belarus, Thailand, and so on...most which had a way and seem corrupt by another.  Most of the people I know are young so they were often considered poor, even by their country even though they had the basic essentials...food, water, a house....

Tell me...whats so wrong with just having what you need?

Dont get me wrong, I know they had to work for what they did have and I know they had to get some money to cover what they didnt have.  Here in the western world, you are considered poor if you cant buy a new $100 TV without starving.  Why is that?
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