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Life and the dampness of the nothingness that surounds us in California

Written by blogger on April 21st, 2009

A Mundane Saturday.

Written by Jade at www.morethenjustreading.com

As I contemplate the meaning of life, on a mundane Saturday, as I look at the dust-covered books and the dying 2-week-old flowers, which are dying in the vase on my Grand mother’s fireplace. I often wonder, is life “meaningless”?

Sometimes, you can “smell the dampness” of the “nothingness” that surounds the hours and years in your life. Our times; were even the “music” has as much “originality” as a showing of Three’s Company or Vintage Porn. What’s left to do, that people haven’t done yet? Do people turn to the “super natural” because they’re so “bored” with their “day to day life’s”? People’s life’s, where they’re in search of “anything else” to pass the time in their mundane, boring, existences.

As I let the “sun tan” lotion sink into my skin, to make me look “some what different”, the sun tan lotion has left a “sickening smell” of “rancid” on my skin. Maybe that rancidness, might actually be an “allergic reaction” to the “sameness” in my daily routine?

Sometimes, I fantasize about leaving all this “GREATNESS” to start over again, in a place where no one know’s me. To find “something” or “somewhere” better, where “someone” who’s not my friend or a personal-relation, might really “care about me”, where I might have the hope of having a any kind of real life.

In my life right now, a life which has taken a huge turn to a big-red stop sign and the “sameness of everyday” that smells something like a Nirvana song called “Teen-Spirit”. Where guys that you date, are either dating your “friends” or they are still in love with their “X-girlfriends” or they are cheating with “big fat girls”. “California” where PERSONAL-GROWTH is at a STAND STILL and where the BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE, are seeking out the local McDonald’s, as a substitute for their 5-star restaurants which they’re all sick of eating at. The Golden State is a place where you can “smell the dirt all around” you, no matter where you’re standing.

Today is a beautiful Saturday in Woodland Hills; today I was walking back from paying my “glorious” t-mobile bill, on my technologically, impressive, G-1 cell phone. I saw the “saddest” of “sights” and I had to ask myself; “how could this be?” A twenty to thirty something year old woman, who was homeless, was sleeping with a small-bag of her personal-effects, behind a bush in the shade, which was in front of the local Bank.

California is going “belly-up”, like most of the “dreams” that strangers from “distant States” and “Foreign lands” had brought with them and their “failed dreams” over there, have become their “failed dreams” here. In California were most people, even the people who were born here, wind up becoming failures and it doesn’t matter what degree they have or don’t have. The Golden State of “failed dream’s” and “hopes” has started to crumble like three-day-old, stale, Coffee Cake. California is becoming like Ancient Egypt one day soon the “real” Californian’s are just going to disappear. Everything’s in the middle of change, but I can’t really say that I’m in love with the way, that everything is changing.

Don’t you get tired of the “tragedies” and all of the “violence” in America? Shown daily on your local news station, people just love shooting innocent people and “no-sooner” then the stale smell of gun-smoke clears the air, someone else is “shot” or something worse happens, in the not so city of Angels. Then we are all “surprised” when people start packing up all of their personal belonging’s and hitting the high way, hoping for something or anything better, then living the “GREAT LIFE” amongst all the wonderful people that call themselves Californians.

California, is a place were “violence” is an “every hour” and “everyday” occurrence. Do I want to leave? Everyone I know, wants out of California. This place is “GREAT” if you plan on becoming a “drug-addict” for the rest of your life. Because it would take “drugs” to make you “numb enough” not to “pay-attention” to what’s going on around you and to ignore the fact that your life is “slipping away” in a repetitive, repition of nothingness.

So, as I pass the run-down, boarded-up, fenced-off, houses; that have fences all around them and “signs” which are planted in their front-yards, that say “BANK OWNED”. I say to myself, I guess, I should be thankful, that I’m not that unlucky girl, who has to “sleep” on the front lawn in the shade of a bush at the local Bank. I should feel better about myself, but somehow I just don’t.

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