What are our expectations and how do they get set?
There is yelling outside of my apartment...A girl is yelling at a boy-A boy is laughing. Tires are skidding.
The other night I was out walking down the sidewalk with friends and someone threw a glass bottle out a window onto the sidewalk and it shattered into uncountable pieces.
Everyone is always talking on their cellular phones when walking to and from class. It is as though they cannot stand to spend that 10 minutes of walking alone.
People asking if they are annoying; giving ten thousand apologies for something that's motive was very clearly understood and forgiven before an apology was begun.
Deadlines, surgeries, sickness, tears, uncertainty...
Are we really the land of the American dream? Maybe it is the American dream that is hurting us. "You can be this, you can be that..." Exactly-It's always "you can be", " you can be"- No one saying "You are..." Always stiving to be something; failing to see what we already are.
I yelled at you because I wanted to finally be heard. I laughed because it was the easy way out. I squealed my tires because I was trying to run away. I threw the glass out the window because I didn't feel like walking to the trashcan. I called you because I felt so alone walking among people who had their cellular phones out. I apologized just in case if I didn't you might walk away.
What if we had to explain every action?
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wow...that was good jess. miss you!!!