Some things you just can’t get off your mind. Especially when they’re staring you right in the face. I just left the Wollar General which was packed with folks at least 20 years older than me. Cleaning the shelves of all the basics, some of which I needed. But I can’t blame Granny for the inconvenience, I mean for many of us, it’s scrape up the couch change time. If I drive at least 125 miles in any direction from here, you see new warehouses and factories going up everywhere. All I see here is a graveyard waiting to die.
Sorry if I sapped whatever joy you found in your day. But even in my little oasis, there’s a stench of disappointment and fear. Over the last several months I’ve felt it all too well. With the cost of living going ever higher, and my wages trapped by an outdated government statistic. It reminds me of the 1970’s where I witnessed my parents middle class dream crumble before their eyes. But I was told there would always be hard times. But over the last 40 years of my life, when will the “trickle down” finally hit me?
Don’t worry, cause I know that ship has long passed. At least for us so-called lazy grunts with more going out than we got coming in. Still the birds are singing overhead and when a stray kitten or two show up, I try and feed them. So what makes me any different? Any different than the lucky few that seem to have it all together? Nothing. Cause when you look hard enough we all share the same dreams and disappointments. So should I really be that mad? Probably not, but it definitely gives my amygdala something to do.
Sorry if I sapped whatever joy you found in your day. But even in my little oasis, there’s a stench of disappointment and fear. Over the last several months I’ve felt it all too well. With the cost of living going ever higher, and my wages trapped by an outdated government statistic. It reminds me of the 1970’s where I witnessed my parents middle class dream crumble before their eyes. But I was told there would always be hard times. But over the last 40 years of my life, when will the “trickle down” finally hit me?
Don’t worry, cause I know that ship has long passed. At least for us so-called lazy grunts with more going out than we got coming in. Still the birds are singing overhead and when a stray kitten or two show up, I try and feed them. So what makes me any different? Any different than the lucky few that seem to have it all together? Nothing. Cause when you look hard enough we all share the same dreams and disappointments. So should I really be that mad? Probably not, but it definitely gives my amygdala something to do.
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