Today the cover of CNN.com is saying that Malvo, one of those snipers that terrified Washington DC a few months ago, laughed about the sniper shooting. I haven’t entertained a lot of thought in my life to what drives people to do some things. I’m still trying to figure out why that black couple drove me off the road on the freeway the other day, I was just trying to enter the freeway from the entrance ramp, it’s not like I took their birthday away. They nearly swiped the side of my car and forced me onto the shoulder. I slowed down and get behind them, quite angry about this, then I got in the other lane beside them and sped up to show them how I felt about that. But then as I approached I saw a small child in the back seat so I decided not to give them the finger, but they gave it to me. Hopefully my example did something for the kid, probably not, being raised by people like that is going to create some problems for him. It was so important that no one got in front of them, I guess that extra second I would have taken away from their trip to KMart by making them tap their brakes to let me into their lane would have set them so far off schedule that it would have been ultimately devastating. I came home pretty mad, but as usual Lizzie managed to get me calmed down. I used the term “people like that.” Some of you may take that as a racial remark since I unnecessarily referred to them as a “black couple” when I began the topic. Well, to be honest, it isn’t different races that get under my skin it’s people with different attitudes and standards that get under my skin. White, wealthy soccer moms upset me just as much as a poor black mother of six. It’s the careless, inconsiderate, in some cases irresponsible attitudes that really get to me. Careless and inconsiderate are what most people around here are. I’ve heard people refer to Minneapolis as “the friendliest place” but it’s hardly friendly, i’m not sure what miracle part of Minneapolis they’re talking about. Sometimes I really miss my small home town in North Dakota, especially when childish freeway incidents like the one with the black couple happen. I remember hating it in Cooperstown because the town just wasn’t going anywhere, it seemed the place would never become anything more than somewhere no one has ever heard of, occupied by a bunch of people no one has ever heard of. But these days i’m realizing that none of that really matters much, I just want to be happy with myself and the people I care about and whether everyone knows about what I do and where I am is really irrelevant to my happiness. I’d like to live in a smaller town again someday, definitely smaller than Minneapolis but bigger than Cooperstown, ND. A smaller town may feel secluded from the real world, but to be honest a large city is a much lonelier place than a small town. And you’ll know a larger percentage of the community, so you know who to trust and who not to trust. Usually in a small community the percentage of trustworthy, kind people are much greater than the opposite, while it’s the other way around in the city. My job will require me to be somewhere large, unfortunately, unless I go to freelance. But I would have to get myself established with an agency or two before having the credibility to manage a real freelance design business. But no matter where I live, i’ll still never understand why some people are the way they are. I’ve already faced the fact that a lot of people hate me for reasons even though they don’t even know a thing about me. And it’s a shame plain christian white folk like myself can never get away with saying that i’m a victim of racism. That’s a whole other topic I guess, which I don’t have time to get into. But I think you all know where that one would go. Have a nice week.
Message Posted at:
9:30 PM
Today I’m Listening To:
Marilyn Manson, mOBSCENE
Weather
Conditions
57 Degrees
Sunny w/ cold breeze
My Mood Today
Happy
