Insidious Adaptation

Look at her, miserable. She probably hates it here.  “Why can’t I find a place where people want to work?" Uh, scratch that.  When you are sad, everything is dismal. As though the very paint that paints the world is that of a flat brown and any color attempted to paint over it, pale, flat as well. The picture exists, it forms the same structure after all, but there is no vibrancy. What is lacking is the essence of flavor, the subtle aroma of fresh smells and exciting possibilities. Sadness makes anything negative seem possible, takes away a compliment, and instead of trying to get out, the self-defeat prevents much of what little effort is had. I can only write these words by being in the state of sadness, an extreme, acute, feeling that comes and goes. Possibly from over exertion, or some dietary restriction, which happens. All to often the sadness is remedied through my spiritual connection with God and what he wants for me, but this one lingered longer, maybe long enough...

"The popularity resides in the clothes," a thought that drove my summer vacation. A fear that I would be seen for the inadequate self I truly identified as. The kids seeing me as this once-popular student, now nothing more than another, “poor” kid. I knew the truth, I knew that the clothes I wore were expensive, and yet, I HAD to have them. I was consumed by the inevitable situations I would land in, depictions of Tommy Hilfiger commercials running in my head as my cargo handle was grabbed by some girl in a midriff top, interested, giving me that which I could not establish within myself.  This is all in retrospect for in the moment, as I worked all summer long, babysitting and mowing lawns, to get the coveted check from my father to then go and budget appropriately, along with the minuscule amounts donated from mom, I could afford the clothes to match the persona of a “cool” kid. I missed the part where I was supposed to live and experience life, and instead I isolated...

The re-release of Mario Kart for cell phones, proves that 2018 is the year for change. Finally, after all these years, all the changes for "good," along with all the broken promises and heartache, we have achieved the pinnacle of coming together. Yes we can. Yes we did. And yes, America is great Again! All of this knowing full well that Mario Kart is a Nintendo game and thus Japanese technology supported. But who cares right, this is America, we can claim it if we want. After all, I bet that we had some Americans on the team, or at least supporting the project. We probably had some person telling the team to make Peach sexier, make Toad gay, and make Luigi actually Louise, therefore all political correctness can be displayed and therefore avoidance of any potential lawsuit having Nintendo paying millions for, "the next big scandal." Maybe Bowser could be Indian, Yoshi could be black, and Mario himself, the star of the show, could be a Jewish plumber. There we ...