I find myself in tears as I write this, stupidly over some abhorrent and nonsensical argument that swiftly escalated the moment she freed her mouth. I can’t actually believe I’m even going to pester and bore you with such frivolities Maria. And I can’t help but feel slightly ashamed that the source of such melancholy stems from a disagreement over two humble dog toys that were discarded on a rug from the weekends festivities between my sidekick and I.
Bewildering, I know.
But what makes this dealt hand so extremely unjust is that I had the most wonderful of weekends. Having been left to my own devises I was finally able to completely unwind in the most slothful of fashions. I was replenished and jubilant, until now where I find myself collapsed and cemented to the atramentous ground after a disorienting and dizzying plummet.
The thing is I am in my mid twenties and in a world were my peers are burdened by rents or mortgages, marriage and children, here I am subsisting as an adolescent, bombarded with ridiculous rules and restraints. Existing under a roof teeming with such vile poppycock and brimming with hostile disapproval. Impossible drama that is perpetual. It seems like they refuse to observe peace, and we must constantly rage and battle wars but for what purpose?
This isn’t me being passive and childlike as my so-called shrink would like to brand it. I just want peace. And I suppose I’m one of those ‘hippies’ raging on about making love not war, but you know what? Those scorned ‘hippies’ had it damn right all along. The world would be a loving and happy space if we’d just practice kindness – real kindness and compassion to one another, not just a select few.
Rather than tearing down those perceived to be weaker and shunning them from abundance, what if we were all on an equal playing field? Picture what we’d accomplish in the grand scale of it because there is no ‘I’ in ‘Team’. But of course it’s those conceited few desperate to remain fastened to their thrones that keep up the farce.