99 Cent Power

Somedays it seems as though power is sold at the 99 cent store. All of a sudden everybodies got some. Whether they buy one or store up on a years supply, everybody wants to put it on and wear it. "Where did you get your power girl?" "Man, you lookin good with that power on son!" Thats what I hear them say. Everytime I turn around someone wants to control someone; be in control of something. You've seen them: campus cops, employees you work with, hospitals, DMVs, and even friends...the point is, everyone wants to own some power to feel as though they are more important than you like the air they breathe is a birth right while you gotta pay for yours. Most people don't even have the power or authority to do or say the things they do. It just kills me that people are able to use knowledge of a certain area that many are not as knowledgeable in to hang it over their heads like a magician performing same sort of control hypnosis. Everytime someone scoops up the last crumbs of power that someone left behind, I wish I would have swept the floor first because I tend to forget...people are greedy when it comes to leftovers...licking the floor. Many people want to be a leader but lack so severly the proper and just way to be one. Their intentions are wrong, their heart is wrong, their motives are all wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong! I just want to tell some people to SIT DOWN SOMEWHERE, shut up, and just follow for once. There's such a wanting to be acknowledged and worshipped that I just get so worried about the state of mankind. We're trying to apply to positions we're not necessarily qualified for OR prepared to get. When you do it for the wrong reasons, corruption is easy to find you and takeover your mind before you even begin to fathom that it was lost in the first place. Yep, your mind just got hijacked and your crashed in the pentagon staring out of a broken plane-lookin like a fool with your pants on the ground! These desperate attempts to use the little power they really don't have and pretend to use, gets on my nerves.

Today this older woman is talking to me all wrong and I almost forgot where I was and be like @#$##$%^#&$!!! (JK, not really but wouldn't that be funny if I did because ppl who know me could not picture it and I don't know if I could myself.) My initial reaction wasn't angry, I could of laughed to be honest with you-her poor excuse of power was hil-AR-rious but for the first time I recognized what it was and just left it alone. She touched my shoulder, smiled, and called me sweetie and I swear to you not... my mind fast forwarded so fast to the future where I broke her hand and through it across the building that by the time I came back to reality I realized I can still change the future before it could happen. So I looked at her with such control and calmness that I shocked myself. I have been known to not bite my tongue, if people become so rude and innappropiate in their communication that in my furry I have no other choice but to let my mouth breed the same attitude back-so be it. Rare but it does happen. I can't stand people who are disrespectful and just ill-mannered. Annoys me (I shudder the thought). The worst thing is to be antagonizing about it-I have very little pet peeves but this is one of them.

So the moral of the story is Power is NOT for everyone. Some people have no business near it because it is much more expensive than you realize and the price is far to high for all parties involved. We've seen whats happened to businesses, schools, churches, countries that are run by people in power who knew nothing about what they are doing. You can ruin lives... So save a life and just don't-please don't! There is a responsibilty and we have to be smarter than a third grader and realize when we need to sit this one out. Just because you see it on sale for 99 cents doesn't mean you have to buy it!

Kiss The Rain

I was either daydreaming or simply dreaming when I saw myself crying on a mountaintop. I was hysterical with a stack of money in my hands standing at the farthest edge of the cliff. I raised the money in my hand and threw it as high as I could watching it attack the sky and then slowly it rained down. As I walked away, the money fell against the background of the sky, I kept walking just to be free of it. It felt like an escape. I felt like I knew where I was going and I was relieved. As the money came closer to the ground, a mob of people below were fighting but mostly they were fighting themselves in need of it. Completely dependent on it. Preying upon it like a lion to a gazelle or a zombie to blood. It was like a horror movie I survived.