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Jan 26 2009

What is Happening To it All?

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I was born in Europe, but reside on the opposite coast.  Seattle, actually.  I have traveled extensively, though, and I believe my vast experience in many cultures and lifestyles shows through to my readers, making them think, question, react and act.  I am the voice of the generation X and Yers, who are obscenely enlightend by the ‘truth’ (I use that term lightly) of the ‘media’; who are fed up with the cosmopolitans and bazaars, because they realize that these popular, main stream magazines have ruined every girls self image with impossible standards, and driven young men to never be satisfied without the supermodel thin (anorexic) with a shitty attitude (probably ‘cuz she is hungry) who sleeps around every chance she gets because she is not receiving the attention the magazine covers promise, and she thinks she can only find it (or feel halfway beautiful) in meaningless casual encounters, the men in turn sleep with all they can because the magazines pound into their head that for any man to be anyone he must have a “trophy” wife.  So…they end up hating each other.  (by the way, how can anyone idolize THAT?) I will admit that I am what others consider attractive, and what drives me insane is the fact that unfortunately my face is constantly compared to certain “A” list movie actresses…  What about me?  Why must americans put labels on EVERYTHING?

And regarding my viewpoints, I believe all of humanity has dug itself into a pit of greed and self loathing, but americans a bit worse than most.  People today are so enormously focused on “having more”, in the material aspect, anyway; and following (as the sheep the powers that be made them), not to mention the deceit and backstabbing which occurs in every relationship, from the married couples to the family ‘bubble’ to the executives who operate the tops of our ladders.  As the world comes closer to what I term “the shore”, essentially the end of all as how we know it, I have seen so much more of this happening to people who are supposed to care for one another, that it makes me physically ill.  Deceit and backstabbing and “I didn’t want to tell you”s within ‘committed’ relationships, where two people take vows to love and honor each other forever, where your are supposed to feel, well, honored, and loved and trusting…well folks, not telling is the same as lying, and who DOESN’T hate a liar.  Within the job, bosses are firing stellar employees that work hard, are never sick or late, and are the best in what they do, because of that bosses overglorified perceived lack of brownnosing, using the  convenient yellow excuse of “the economic conditions.”  Within families, one is holding something over another’s head, for what? you ask.  For money, and for control.  Control?  Over your family members???  Family, where one is supposed to feel secure and loved, not to mention unjudged.  And those victims are rolling over and taking it again and again, ( while making up convenient excuses for the ‘bruises’) ’cuz either they know no other way (as this has been the only environment they know,) or ‘cuz that sick, mentally unstable ‘family’ that never should have bred due to their selfishness and mental instability, have made the members so brainwashed with their mental abuse, that the victims hear Always stand beside your ‘family’, and Your family is always there for you and they feel bad in conscience for standing up to the abuse!  I am sorry, but I use the term ‘family’ lightly.  I rarely come across a good, honest, loving family; I myself have formed a family around myself, that are loving, caring, protective, sincere, and love me for who I am.  My birth family wasn’t bad, but they are all gone or in Europe. 

Then you have the rapists and child molesters who for all means only get by with a slap on the hand, three hot meals a day, and enough strength building time with collaborative criminal minds in the 6 months to a year they are removed from society, that they come out with a better understanding of the system and more ingenious ideas to create those same crimes better, and without being caught.  Then there is the ‘Good Samaritan Act’.  What is that about?  My 5′2″ self with tiny, easily broken bones (trust me, I recently broke a rib from jumping boulders at a beach and falling heart first due to the algae… stupid, really!) will be tried and hung for NOT stepping in and physically rendering aid to victims of crimes I happen to stumble across?  Ha Ha Powers That BE, you’re funny. 

I could go on and on.  This so called ’society’ and all it has become…  Sad, really.

So there you have it, my views of society, my knowledge of a complete breakdown of said society, and my cynically jaded, depressive yet enlightening thoughts and opinions, if you will…

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Jan 09 2009

4 Waiting

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Narrowly avoiding several collisions, a fire hydrant, and a group of pedestrians left shouting obscenities in her wake, Marina successfully arrived at City General, heart pounding, hair was askew, face devoid of makeup. The phone call that had awakened her 20 minutes ago had been grim. Chance had been stabbed and strangled repeatedly, and thrown from a two story window to the parking lot below. Pete had not known the extent of the circumstances, but the tone of the old bar owner’s voice had been chilling. Marina never remembered getting dressed, or even the harrowing car ride to the hospital, as she briefly noticed she was wearing yesterday’s jeans and sweater.

Throwing the car keys at a wide eyed valet, Marina hurried into the emergency room lobby. Minutes of pleading, threatening, and crying ensued. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and turned to face a wide, leather vested chest. The louder you scream, the faster we come. Operation Iraqi Freedom. One of numerous patches covering the enormous chest. Lifting her head skyward, Marina gazed in amazement at kind green eyes, ironically installed in a harsh, scarred, piercing adorned face. A green and black mohawk spiked from the behemoths head, and spikes and chains flowed from his leather jacketed shoulders, tattoos sprouting from his thick neck. “They won’t let anyone in who’s not immediate family.” His deep voice came smooth, foreign.
“Scrape?” questioned Marina, already knowing the answer.
He smiled, softly brightening his features, “yea.”
“How is she?”
“All they will tell me is she’s in surgery, but one nurse promised she will have the doctor talk to us as soon as he can,” he assured her. “Come on,” he led her away from the admissions desk and frustrated nursing staff with a large and comforting arm over her small shoulders, “like coffee?”
“Yes,” she murmured, choking back a fresh onslaught of tears, “this is such a nightmare.”
Marina was immediately swept into a warm embrace. She could feel her eyes begin to swell then spill over. She felt the emotions ooze from the sweet giant. She realized her face only came to his pectorals. Marina gazed up at him, and watched as his bright eyes were softened by shared pools of despair and unknowing. Moments later, they fell in line down a sterile white and taupe hall, arm in arm.
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