07/03/01 - 1:00 am

Y'all back up now and give a brother room, the fuse is lit and I'm about to go Boom

Dear Alicia

I’ve always that there are some things that happen in life that you couldn’t possibly make up, even if you’re the greatest writer in the world (which I would never even raise breath to say about myself).  I guess when you get right down to it, that’s one of the fueling influences of journallers.  We cut open our lives, hold a magnifying glass up to our everyday actions, and then regale them as if they were the most dramatic, or at least most important things in the world.  The thing is, to us, they are.  I’ve always hated when people say, “I know how you feel” No you don’t! You’re not inside me here, you don’t know what exactly what I feel, what I’ve seen or anything.  You may have been through a similar experience, and know what you felt like.  But the fact is, you are not me.  You cannot tell me what is fake, what is petty, what is unimportant, what is over dramatized, nothing.  It’s my and I’ll take things as seriously, or as lightly as I want to.  I’ll get frustrated with the idiots in the world who do things that I cannot understand, and who believe things that make no sense.  I’ll get angry with stupid people who take the wrong things seriously (inconsequential things to the masses) but those things that they argue, fight about, or criticize because they obviously have nothing better to do.  I’ll mentally scream down those who turn their oblivious focuses from the absurdities in the society like mothers who methodically and abhorrently take their own children’s lives then cast the blame elsewhere, pet owners who ignore a seriously injured child in lieu of their own selfish concerns or sports owners who dish out obscene amounts of money to youngsters who couldn't spell cat if you spotted them the C and the A,  but can dunk or shoot the hell out of a basketball.   These things exist in society; yet from the lack of outcry, these issues are barely a blip on the politically correct radar screen that we all supposedly follow so closely.  We ignore these things in lieu of arguments over small amounts of money and discussion over the latest televised reality based drivel that is spreading like a cancerous wildfire over our landscape.

Wake up people, this is our world, we only get one chance.  The mental environment is as important as the physical one and if we’re not careful, we’re going selfishly and unknowingly lay waste to both of them, and then those who did nothing will have even more to gripe and whine about.  So do something now, I’m not saying change the world, or go out and tie yourself to a tree, but at least give a damn about what’s happening, and do your part to not let it happen or continue.  It may seem like a little, but if more of us just gave a damn, maybe we could overwhelm this state of oblivious ignorance that is running rampant.  I give a hoot, I don’t pollute the landscape of social consciousness, and I contribute via my words here.  Simple, enough said.  QED as my Trig teacher once said.

This is my point, I’m sticking to it, like it, hate it, call me hypocritical, whatever you want.  Still doesn’t change the fact these are my words, these are my views and I think that the world is spiraling out of control, yet we can do something about it.  I share my thoughts; sometimes even introducing you to these abhorrent atrocities then hopefully give you the wake up call if you need it, or the rallying cry if you’re with me.  Take it as you want, I’ll still make more. 

Boom! Shake The Room (1993) - written and performed by DJ Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince

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