Of all of the things that are going on with the government, the only thing I would change right now is the foodstamp system. I am sick and tired of watching people abuse the system. I’ve given carryouts to people who bought a large birthday cake with their foodstamp card, then load it into their brand new SUV. I’ve checkout out someone who bought lobster tail and fresh shrimp with a foodstamp card. Since when was lobster tail a necessity? Along with chips, soda, and candy? We are the only country in the world that our citizens in poverty are overweight. Overweight!
In addition, they buy beer or cigarettes after they have completed their order. They have iphones or fancy smartphones. Or they have 4 kids with another on the way. If you can’t afford the ones you have, don’t have more. It drives me crazy that people refuse to learn and take responsibility. They know the government will take care of them AND their kids. They have money for cable, internet, and cell phone plans. These things are not necessary for life, they are luxuries.
Kids are a whole other rant of its own.
This isn’t one particular race or age group. It’s everyone from every race. I do realize they are cases where foodstamps are necessary. I have seen family stretch their funds and use coupons to help with the total. It’s not everyone. I just think something could be done to rid the system of the abusers.
I have my own set of rules I live by.
I will not compromise them.
I know who I am and I know what I want.
I know who I want to be.
I’m angry. I have a lot of built up frustration and anger towards a lot of things. It isn’t healthy and it eats away at me daily. What I should do is channel it toward something. Working out is the best option, but these things still weigh heavy on my mind. These things aren’t things, they’re people and situations. Particularly former relationships. I know it’s taboo to talk about about these things, because people don’t want to hear about them. I know I have yacked the ears off to my friends on relationships for it seems thats all I think about these days. I think about my past failed attempts. I have a college degree, I have a decent job with potential, and I am debt free. (I still live at home, but hey, I make quite that much ha!). My next step is a relationship. Not Mr. Right, but Mr.ShowMeATimeGoodTimeAndCoversation.
I’ve been told to stop trying. Just stop trying and let it happen, but thats not me. I worry and I wonder and I wait. I do all of the things I shouldn’t do. I can’t stop and I probably won’t ever. I question. This is who I am.
When a guy has to adjust his hat up before he leans in for a kiss.
Cool summer mornings
Mac ‘n’ cheese
She’s about to leave, has to get up early, but doesn’t want the night to end. She’s standing outside of his apartment near the door against the wall. Small talk, she wants the kiss, but he’s not catching the hints. She goes for it. Grabs his tshirt pulls him toward her. Their lips touch. He’s got one hand on her waist and the other above her head on the wall, holding himself up. End.
This is how I picture every first kiss to go.
Through all of the bull shit
Through all of the heartache
Through it all
Life goes on
And find your place
Find your someone