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1. I’m only 26 (Yes, Mother, only, I’d say, if I were still speaking to her. Only! Only!!) but I’ve already seen a remarkable, terrible sameness in people. Three in three years is plenty for me. It is best to make a change, whether in place or perspective.

2. The person who screams back at a screaming person might be more foolish than the other guy.

3. Don’t lose the good parts of you.

4. They are afraid. They cling to their fear like it will save them. They don’t believe they can do anything to save themselves.

5. Stop ruining it.

6. He cries himself to sleep every night. Don’t feel sorry for him. He enjoys being miserable.

7. Shock yourself and do it. Fear is fine. Weakness is not.

8. They are at war with “other” — a battle they can never win. But they are a mighty army. Are they impossible to beat?

9. It is going to be good. It is going to be so good! We will get there.

10. It is all a search for something.

 

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He thinks he is a rabbit. Small, young, jovial. Walking through fields, past lakes, hiding in caves. He thinks he will never die. He wants to look for something but doesn’t quite know what it is.

It is a big world. A huge, beautiful place. And even more, the universe, but one planet is more than enough for most of us, for a lifetime of adventures or of hiding in caves.

I have been old for many years. Since I was 10, knowing I was no longer singular. And now, 26, four or five gray hairs on my head, a candle flickering beside me, burning away.

I see you sitting there and growing old. I see your armchair is comfortable with you.

I know there are many different types of stories. What I don’t know is what kind mine is. How can it plot out a path if I keep moving? What if it never forms to anything? I’m not running away, just searching, running towards.

I had a dream last night that I was in school. I got good grades. I showed my grandfather. He said something like, “good, you can be a teacher.” And I replied with, “maybe when I’m older.” And he laughed, implying I’m there now.

When does youth leave you? What day? When do you become old and no longer young?

Count the days. Count the lines on your face. Count the moments of happiness. When does it happen?

So far it has been mostly the same. Wonderful days and days we wait out. Bunker down to hide from them. Seek the weekends. The two of seven days that belong just to us. The freedom.

I hear a door shut. I can hear my neighbors upstairs. I don’t know them. I never will. I am leaving and I will never have said hello.

I sit at the traffic light often, waiting, almost home, or almost to work, or almost to somewhere. I watch people drive by, alone, their turn to move. No more waiting. Still ignoring everyone except those who might cross their path.

We made this world. It has grown up with us. We raised it, taught it how to behave, how to drive, how to wait. We showed it what to care about, what not to. Together we ignore the man standing in the middle of the road with a sign. We tell ourselves he doesn’t need us. He’s a trick. He’s a lie. We can’t love him like we love our mother, we’d never get home to her. Maybe it’s human. Maybe it’s not.

I am not done searching. I haven’t found anything yet. All I can do is keep going and hope the world doesn’t ruin me. It hasn’t so far.

I love you.

Let’s talk about Twinkies for a minute.

Hey, there’s something I’ve never said before.

Everyone knows Hostess is going out of business. You know that, right? If not, sorry to break it to you like this: you’re probably never going to have a Twinkie again. Sorry.

I know, I know, this is tragic stuff. (Official first world problem?)

When the news broke, people rushed (literally) to grocery and convenience stores all over the country, buying up all the Twinkies. No, they weren’t doing it to stock up their pantries:

They did it to sell them on Ebay.

First of all, can we just talk about how stereotypically American this is?

1. Twinkies. 2. Selling shit on Ebay. 3. Selling Twinkies on Ebay (what even?). 4. Get rick quick schemes!

I hate it and I love it at the same time.

So, there was the Twinkie Rush of 2012. Maybe this’ll be what makes it in the history books from our generation. Sad? Maybe. Delicious? Um, not really.

Hey, there’s another point of mine: NO ONE EVEN LIKES TWINKIES.

No, you don’t. Let’s be real here – me and you. They’re gross. They’re squishy, fake cake, filled with white creamy sugary stuff. No.

So, if no one likes Twinkies, who exactly are these Ebay-sellers expecting to buy them? Especially at ridiculously high prices? No.

Anyway, everyone knows that the Twinkie is going to be sticking around. Some other company will buy up the recipe (or, will buy the large amount of never-expiring twinkie stock) and continue selling them under some other name for years and generations to come. Yum?

P.s. No, Twinkies cannot last forever. No, they will not survive the apocalypse (so if you did buy some ridiculously expensive snack cakes, you’d better get your money’s worth from them now… only a few weeks left!). They have a shelf life of 28 days! Mmm, Twinkies.

That is all.

Today’s the day. (The sun is shining. The tank is clean.)

That’s right, it’s voting day! For us Americans, anyway. Which is my point.

I hope you’ll all be out there voting today. I don’t care who you vote for, I really don’t. That’s not the point.

The point is, we belong to this country. (AMURICA!) The point is, voting is how we voice our voice (yeah?). I don’t understand the people who say that they’re not going to vote. What? Does that mean you don’t like having freedom? Weird.

There is no logical reasoning behind not voting if you’re able. There’s just not. So, vote, please. Do your civic duty! To both yourself, and your country.

I’ll be voting later today. This will be the first time I’ve ever participated in a presidential election (I was 17 the last time – barely missed it!). I’m kinda excited, in a slightly nerdy-American-y way.

“Yay! I’m an American citizen! I’m gonna go use my freedom and vote!!!!” – a thing I may or may not have said.

I see a lot of my friends and peers acting in the same way, and I’m glad. I don’t want to be a generation of people who don’t pay attention.

I’ve heard a lot of “I don’t know who to vote for”, and, “I don’t really like either of them!!!”. To me, that sounds like uneducated talk. You’re already on the computer, typing that onto Facebook. Why don’t you instead go to Google and get to work? This isn’t a game, and it’s important.

I won’t say who I’m voting for, because there’s this secretiveness to voting that I really like/appreciate/respect. And, as I said, I don’t care who you vote for.

If you’re one of those people who still aren’t 100% sure you’re voting for the correct candidate, isidewith.com is a great place to get some non-biased, important information rather quickly. It also tells you about your local voting issues, too.

Finally, I’ll leave you with a quote. I hope you vote today, America. See you after all this craziness is over.

“We do not say that a man who takes no interest in politics is a man who minds his own business; we say that he has no business here at all.” -Pericles

This is a picture from 1601 of what our world was thought to look like.

I feel like I could end this post right now and it would be amazing enough for someone to spend their time reading it. I mean, did you see that first sentence?

  1. In 1601, people were drawing pictures of our planet.
  2. In 1601, people were pretty darn close to drawing pictures of our actual planet.
  3. In 1601, there were actual people doing actual things – like, for example, drawing pictures of our planet.

Just look at that map. Look at all those markings of places that, in 1601, were known to exist.

Today in my travels across the world that is the internet, I discovered that there is such a thing as a World Heritage Site. Basically, a world heritage site is a place that is considered to be significant in our world. Think: Pyramids of Giza, St. Petersburg, Russia, Easter Island. Many buildings are also world heritage sites. Even a field of agave in Mexico is on the list!

Since I’m from the US, here’s map of World Heritage Sites near me:

So many! All of these places are important to our culture and history as a planet.

A few of these markers are close to where I live. I could travel to them in less than a day! These things are so close to us. We are literally surrounded by history! But, we don’t care.

We really don’t! And that is so sad to me. We all go about our own lives – whatever they might be. We are all so caught up in the importance of whatever it is we’re doing at the moment, that we forget about the past.

We forget about 1601. We forget that there have been billions of people who have lived on this planet before us. Before any of our living relatives. Before any of our family history occurred.

Ultimately, it is such a small thing to forget about when compared to everything else we ignore on a daily basis. Our neighbors. Our in-laws. Our melting glaciers.

We own this planet. Earth. It’s ours. All of ours. Yours, mine. And it came free to us, however we came to be here. It should be our most cherished possession – not our iphones, not our t-shirts, not our cars. Instead, we ignore it. And in doing so, we ignore ourselves. We ignore everything we are doing now, and everything we have done. We don’t care that there are special places scattered around the planet. We don’t care that we could go to a place where someone else stood in 1601. In 1201. In 801.

Well, I care. I’m going to go visit those places in my life. I’m going to care about our planet, and our history, and our present, and our future. I hope you will, too.