Catching Up

A couple things,

First I've been working a lot lately and getting no where financially but everything else is going great so thats an update on that.

I was looking around when I was in south east DC and was wondering when did we let things get this bad? When in the time of the world did we stop loving each other and starting separating ourselves from each other. I mean private property signs, people yelling at you just cause you look their direction, even having to pay people just to drink clean water. I see kids and I just worry about the future, I've seen from great kid to the kid who smokes and curses and has sex. I just gotta know what happened. Where did we go wrong with love and start wanting things over each others company? And it's not just me complaining about everyone else, today a homeless man walked into the same subway I was in and asked if I could spare change so he could get something to drink. The guy behind the counter screamed for him to "GET OUT" and I told him the money wasn't mine; which is wasn't by the way. So does that make me a terrible person? Ugh I'm going to hell. Sorry God.

Is it bad that now I'm actually starting to route for the relationships in movies to end? You know how in romantic comedies when the main character breaks up with this great girl who matches with him so well cause of some random reason? Well i say in my head well your probably better off. I feel so cynical about this subject now. Everyone I know is getting married or dating and moving on and I look at these women and I just don't see anything. I use to have long fantasies or like imagin talking or dating them, but now I just see crazy chic, high maintenance, annoying voice, probably bangs every dude that walks. Ugh, I guess this is the first step to eternal single hood right? Even the person I was talking to is pissed. I mean like I work and work and work and honestly sometimes I do forget to call her or just am so tunnel vission that everything personal falls to way side. Ugh yup so this is the guy who is going to sit on his pourch when he's like 50 and yell at young couples cause I waisted my life working it away. Anyways lifes a box of chocolates, too bad it melts in the sun. Crap.