Road Rage

On the road of life, there are forks, pot holes, and speed bumps. In my years of driving this road, I have come to accept and prepare for these obstacles. I have had to drive down the wrong road to know the right one. At times my vehicle has been shaken, stalled, or sped sideways. Yet the road continues and I must journey on.

The sights around me change like an old movie I have seen before. I pass familiar faces and places. The speakers songs, serenade me back to days long past. I roll down the windows to unwind the wind that seems to continually beat upon my doors. Through the mirrors and signs, I'm reminded of where I have been and where I am going.

On this road there are no rest stops or hotels for which to retire. The wheels keep turning. I'm constantly moving forward. However in my lane of this journey, I've hit traffic.
I have glimpses ahead of my future destinations, but I can't reach them fast enough.

The seatbelt holds me to my path. My foot plays footsie between the brake and accelerator, without ever being satisfied. I start to doubt my progress. I worry about being late, missing my appointments, and never getting to where I want to be.

On the road of life I am currently caught in rush hour. The road continues and I journey on.

Change

My dollar becomes 4 quarters, 10 dimes, 20 nickels, and 100 pennies.

Yet it still adds up to a dollar. Why then do I need change?

Change is good. Change is difficult. Change is constant.

I change my clothes. I change my car oil. I change my hairstyle. I change my mind.

Some days I want the dollar bill, some days I want the quarters.

With each transaction and transfer I'm transformed.

Change creates options and opportunities.

My dollar becomes 4 quarters to pay for my laundry, 10 dimes to buy my candy, 20 nickels to play the arcade, and 100 pennies to make my wishes a reality.

I'll keep the change.

Texting While Driving Society Down the Toliet

The downfall of our society. We thought that with advanced communication devices we would all talk more. We thought cell phones would keep us connected and closer than ever before. Yet we have become even more distant.

We rarely talk. We don't even have close friends anymore. We have created an advanced network of people. They are still called friends. But these friends are rarely seen face to face. Instead we like a live studio audience or maybe a stalker peer into each others' lives. We don't want any other contact with them. If they were to call us, would we answer?

We enjoy having them distant from us. We don't have to commit to all the past friend responsibilities. Do we call them on their birthdays? No, we simply send a message. Not a message on a card we selectively purchased at the store then mailed. Rather a short statement along with all the other "friends." Do we visit each other? Do we share stories? Do we really talk?

Have you ever texted someone only to have them call you in response? Maybe you called someone after you got their text. What happened? Was a new social norm disrupted?

Technology even allows us to have video conversations. This technology was before only dreamed about from movies. Are these video convos helping us? Maybe if you really, really want to see and talk to someone. For the majority of us, it feels awkward. I know I've been in video convos, where I feel like I'm wasting my time. I suddenly get the urge to multitask and I start looking around for something to do.

Are we that insensitive? Have we lost all communication abilities? Is body language going to become extinct? We the text messaging generation are destroying communication. If you have any thoughts on this be sure and text me, email me, or comment, but please don't call, visit, or video me.

Post in the Clowns

As a clown collegiate, one is often ridiculed by society. They mock his colorful hair, poorly fit paints, and large yellow bow tie. But the joke is on them.

Not only does he get to make people laugh, but he gets paid for it. He also gets to be a complete idiot, partially on purpose. He doesn't get embarrassed or ashamed. His face and identity are always covered up. No one knows who he really is; to them he's just a happy red-nosed, big-shoe wearing, white- faced friend. What a life.

At times he even risks his life, and that's no bull. Unlike the great matadors he laughs in danger's face.

Everyone knows the famous clowns, Ronald and Bozo. They had successful careers. They brought joy and happiness to people. Today, they are still making money and still being talked and written about.

So laugh it up chuckles. He is laughing too, even more than his painted on smile portrays. You will see him throwing pies, juggling, and making balloon animals. However you will not really know him. But as he drives by, smashed into his tiny car, he will honk the horn, give a wink, and tip his pointed hat to you.

He's not clowning around, he will have the last laugh.