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"Country Girl"

There are fads that come and go and fly with the wind until they land on a group of people who all find the same line, same item, same idea exciting and invigorating until it outlives its welcome and then, is gone just as quickly as it appeared.

One such thing would be the titles that we give ourselves. They’re used as an identifier. These titles are something that we can relate to, use as a conversation piece, find relative understanding with and allow us to be drawn to others who utilize the same descriptions for themselves.

There. Now we’re all the same and we don’t have to have any original thought.

I know….let’s call ourselves: “Country, city, urbanites, Emo., Goth.”, so forth and so on. It becomes a label of identity and gives us purpose. The problem is when we improperly label our selves, our being – and that is not what we are amassed to be.

For instance, when relating to a certain teen that is nothing more than a student of modern-society and blindly follows the ideas force-fed to her from a wretch of a guardian – she deems herself to be a “country-girl”. She is not. To suggest “county” is to present a concept that typically entails: honesty, trust, nobility, strength, honor and aptitude. Not that any other description would be anything less, and not that “country” doesn’t also sometimes harbor other negative connotations, depending on whom you’re speaking with. But to accept the term and more so, to use it to describe your self, is like placing a piece of bate out there for other young and immatures to bite on – and it’s not right. It’s misleading.

She’s sixteen, which in layman’s terms equals = without ability to complete thought. The prospective bate is probably anywhere between fifteen years and twenty years old. Given the history of decision-making herein, it’s not starting off as a promising venture, so I think it would be fair to say that there’s cause for concern. Except that nobody really listens to that concern either. The whole world of online “bait and switch” runs like a deep-rooted malicious vein through the youth of our society, where they’re learning the most improper ways to behave. What’s acceptable, what’s allowed and more-aptly, what’s right, is replaced with “What’s in, what’s sic and what works”.

Sadly, I wish for this young one that what will be hindsight (hopefully) will be foresight and that titles won’t change what really is. To be proud of who you are, how you were raised and what your potential is to become, is normal – even encouraged. That gives us identity because it’s a choice and it’s afforded to us because we have free-thought. When we make proper choices, realize those that were mistakes and learn from each – that is growth. Aspiring to be more – be that “country” or otherwise, is a goal and thus, becomes an honest plan. But the blind, copy-cat actions are simply too dishonest for any personal progression.

I Love the Smell of Cognition in the Morning

You know that feeling that you get when you open your eyes just before the alarm goes off, it’s silent and solemn, the lighting is perfect and your mind is at ease?

I don’t have that.

Granted, I wake up before the alarm goes off. I even open my eyes to the greatest sight of the sun just coming up over the mountains and shining through my bedroom window enough to wake up the little critters that are scampering around. What I don’t have in that scenario is the mental stagnation that I wish I could conjure up. Immediately, when my crusted peepers open, I have the reality shock-therapy treatment where my whole body reacts with, “Oh crap!” and the gears start turning. I’m remembering, reliving, reiterating and regurgitating at an alarming rate, and quite frankly…it’s tiresome. I try to shut it off, make it stop – alter the course, and even start a new hobby to get my mind off the monotony, but it’s still there.

I believe that much of what is, remains toxic at the core. It’s like trying to find the one rotting potato in a bushel of potatoes. There’s only one that’s bad, but the smell is infusing the rest of them, and they all look guilty of rot. What do you do? Go through one by one and smell out the bad guy – what an analogy! Thus, the cycle of my time right now – it’s really a RE-cycle. See? I’m “going green” and I didn’t even know it. I don’t mind so much on the good days – the days when I can wrap my head around it all; the effort that most others in this county are unwilling, or maybe incapable of doing. They don’t want to wrap their heads around it. Why? Inability? Or just ignorance?

One in the same, I suppose.