Losing Altitude

Sometimes a problem can be the root of its self. There are times when the sum is apparent but the question its self is what eludes me.
I find that in these times an answer can come in the simplest of forms and attachment and preservation provide illogical questions.
There is also the fact that attachment its self (such as all symbiotic behavior) comes with strings attached to the end of the for mentioned relationship.

That being said. I find myself streaming towards the destruction of such a relationship. And the shedding of attachments provides an aerodynamic edge making my travel ever more speedy. If the statement "The things we own end up owning us" is true then I feel as though I've been making payments on myself. Though I must admit that the freedom from attachment that I feel comes with the sadness of disconnection. After toiling endlessly to give birth to your new ownership, tearing yourself away from it can lead to a strange form of what I can only describe as postpartum depression. A sadness that washes over you when you realize that the entire time you've worked hard and looked forward to the arrival of your new car, couch or computer it was so that you could look down on that object and say "that's MY car!" But in reality without it you're stranded.

There are times when I look out on to a patch of road and wonder where it ends. Fighting internally the urge to just start walking it and see for myself. Not a curiosity. But a metaphoric manifestation of my want (read that as NEED) to reach a more suitable or unknown end.


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All that behind us. I miss the city.
It's dusky smell and strange characters. The fact that you could show up to the same place at the same time everyday for years and always meet a new person. Or not.
The strange anonymity of just being part of a human sea of people crashing like waves against the well oiled machine of traffic and noise. The 3a.m. eatery's where everyone inside has had 1 too many and no one cares to hear why. Children scatter and regroup in downtown like schools of fish, ducking into museums and aquariums and whale-like buses that gobble them up to speed them hurriedly away from culture. And the sun obscured by waves of smog and humidity so thick that it feels like you're swimming.
It's a strange feeling to depart the vast ocean and move to a small pond. Where every nook and cranny is infested with the same kind of fish. Just swimming in circles while they wait for their inevitable decay.
The loners and outsiders who long to be in the great blue ocean are cast out and flopping about as though they were suffocating. Thrashing violently to fight the urge to just-slowly-decay.

I look down at the street and wonder sometimes if I'm that fish.

Fin
(GET IT?! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!)

News to follow:

As reported here on politico.com. Hillary Clinton's campaign is in serious finantial trouble. Anyone with half a brain can see that along with being a festival of fail, this bid for the White House is also damaging to the overall morale of democrats across the country who have pledged their votes on Mrs Clinton. As the Democratic Conference draws near, it would seem that the Clinton camp is digging in for the long haul and like the occupation of Iraq. there is no end in sight.

Unlike the Boston Marathon or Race for the Cure. This is not one of those contests where even the last (wo)man to cross the finish line is celebrated. In modern politics winners and losers are defined by charachter and charisma. Both of which Hillary is lacking.
Also lacking from this particular camp is a sense of fair play, honesty and the ability to say more than 2 words without vomiting lies. It's bad enough that Mrs. Clinton's presidential campaign was founded on name recognition and a snobby "I'm better than you!" attitude. But why should we have to put up with outlandish claims about dodging sniper fire and bringing peace to northern Ireland? Being the president of the U.S.A. requires a bit more than the ability to shake hands with people and toot your own horn. It requires confidence and charisma, and Hillary Clinton has neither.

I believe, deep down. that the Clinton camp's relentless attacks on Barack Obama and damaging attitude towards a fellow democrat will hinder ANY democrats chances of winning in the upcoming election. The constant calls from her party members to stop and the recent offer from other party members to give her a consolation prize are all signs that this campaign cannot be sustained against a younger, stronger and more finantially fit Obama camp.

Lets all hope that this power-hungry cunt can see and accept some REAL solutions so that she can stop offering her version of them to us.

I'm not up for 4 more years of Bush-esqe assumed superiority. This country could use a LEADER, damnit. Not some know-it-all old bag who refuses to use logic or reason and who's too lazy to move around a bit and lose some weight off of that gigantic turd-cutter of hers.

I've been asked many, many times to get a new LJ. I've decided that after many eons of not using one at all I may as well have one to avoid being linked to other people's journals every day or when something goes wrong. haha.

In any case. I'll make it a point to post here @ least once per day and let people know that I'm alive. I will also comment on journals as much as I can and hope that people will do the same here.

Thanks in advance for your support and I'll talk to you all soon.

Mallus M.A.