So, the other night I was sitting in my new apartment by myself and I began hearing my sister talking into her cell phone. No big deal, but I could barely hear her over the AC fan. I called out to her 2 or 3 times, but figured she was just waiting to finish up her phone call.
After about 5 minutes I began to hear the person she was talking also. But the words weren't audible. Still, nothing registered on my mind as wrong.
I was in the middle of a good writing session, which means a do not disturb sign on my bedroom, but after 10 minutes I began to dwell on how long she had been talking without at least knocking on the door or yelling out hello.
Deciding to hear what she was saying, I reached over and switched off the AC Vent...Nothing. No noise, no conversation, no footsteps.
I walked around the apartment, but of course no one but my dog, Zavi was there. And she had been napping at my feet the whole time.
So what happened, did my imagination get away from me? Did my mind make up the noises? What was going on I asked myself, am I nuts. I mean, I feel pretty far from schizophrenic, but real crazy people don't know they're crazy.
Sitting back down I laughed it off. Had to be imagining things. Right?
"Right." answered the voice in the fan.
Writing...all kinds
About Me
- Gunslinger Ink
- San Antonio, Texas, United States
- writer, activist and altruistic human
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Welcome to my world.
This has been one of those weeks when it took me 2 novels to get through it. I read alot to get me thru the week. Everything from Anne Rice to Tom Clancy. I just like to read to forget how monotonous the days can be.
Of Course, reading leads to writing and so here I am. Putting my vents and frustrations on paper.
What really bothered me this week was the realization that most people truly feel they are entitled to non-stop satisfaction. They will complain if the line at the supermarket is too long. They will complain if the elevator doors don't wait for them. They seem to think the whole world is conspiring against their happiness.
And all I can think is why aren't you complaining about the starving children of the world. Why can't you complain about the lack of healthcare available to most Texans. Why don't you complain about the Hutto Prison where children are being housed with their parents like prisoners.
No, instead it's easier to complain about how long it took to get your Extra Value Meal in the Drive Thru since you're in a rush. Why not complain about all those people languishing in prison for selling/smoking a plant that grows in the ground? Instead of being out in the world, working and contributing to society, they prefer to house them in prison and ruin any future chances of a well adjusted life within these borders.
No, instead it's easier to complain about that b%$#@ that took your boyfriend's picture at the club. Who does she think she is? But why not complain about the lack of interest and resources being used to solve the massacre of women across the border in Juarez. More women have been murdered there in one city than in all of Texas for the same time period, but no, better to complain about that bitch wearing the same dress you are.
So, welcome to my world.
Of Course, reading leads to writing and so here I am. Putting my vents and frustrations on paper.
What really bothered me this week was the realization that most people truly feel they are entitled to non-stop satisfaction. They will complain if the line at the supermarket is too long. They will complain if the elevator doors don't wait for them. They seem to think the whole world is conspiring against their happiness.
And all I can think is why aren't you complaining about the starving children of the world. Why can't you complain about the lack of healthcare available to most Texans. Why don't you complain about the Hutto Prison where children are being housed with their parents like prisoners.
No, instead it's easier to complain about how long it took to get your Extra Value Meal in the Drive Thru since you're in a rush. Why not complain about all those people languishing in prison for selling/smoking a plant that grows in the ground? Instead of being out in the world, working and contributing to society, they prefer to house them in prison and ruin any future chances of a well adjusted life within these borders.
No, instead it's easier to complain about that b%$#@ that took your boyfriend's picture at the club. Who does she think she is? But why not complain about the lack of interest and resources being used to solve the massacre of women across the border in Juarez. More women have been murdered there in one city than in all of Texas for the same time period, but no, better to complain about that bitch wearing the same dress you are.
So, welcome to my world.
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