Good bye

So, the few of you who have returned here to this dead blog may be wondering what I've been doing these past 4 months, these silent months, these awful months. Well, I haven't died. Sorry about that. I've been trying to figure out what to do with my life where I want to go with it, what careers to pursue, what degree to achieve. Then I realized that it doesn't matter. No matter what path I chose I will not be wanted in this country, in this economy, in this place. I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels like this. I've done everything right. I've applied for college, I've completed my first year, whoopy. I've applied for jobs, when that didn't work I started my own Avon business. I've written a couple of books, none of which has gotten an editor or a publisher. I'm approaching the point that I'm almost through with self-publishing my first book. I could have done it before I posted my last post 4 months ago. Why didn't I? Because as I kept spending more time on it I wondered "Why am I doing this? If someone wanted to read this book, why hasn't anyone shown interest in it?" Writing careers are dead. Why do I bother? Why do I try? I could never answer these questions, so I stopped. 4 months went by and I forgot that I ever asked these questions, so I went back to publishing it, now I've remember the questions and I still don't have answers.
I'm in an overpopulated world with apparently enough workers to go around, so there aren't enough jobs for all the bodies out there, so they must have all the workers they need. So why does nothing get done very fast? Why does road work take so long if they have enough workers? Why are there so many reality TV shows if there's enough writers? So many writers that they don't want to even look at my stories. So many people without jobs and yet not enough people working on projects and not enough people working in restaurants or stores or anything else to give anyone good service? Does this make sense to anybody? Anybody at all?
So that's why I've been silent. I made it through my second semester of school and I still don't know what I want to do with myself. I want to pick a career that I will make money at, that's what I want, apparently there is no such thing for people like me. So what should I do? Why do I even get up out of bed if no one wants me? If no one needs me?
There is no special someone, there is no perfect career, unless I want to work for free, write and act for free and that's an insanity in and of itself. So that's why I'm not writing on this blog anymore. But I'm not going to delete this blog either because if I do and someone copies my work, I won't have proof that I wrote it first, and I'll be working for free again.

These are my last words here and I wish you all luck. Because you're going to need it if you're going to survive 2012.

Raconteurs~ "Steady as She Goes"

The video is odd, but I like the song.

Humans

Scars and Blood

Scars and Blood

That’s what we are:

Scars and Blood.

Time makes the scars,

Experience draws the blood.

Scars and Blood 

Scars and Blood

That’s what we’re made of

Scars and Blood

Nails and Bones

Nails and Bones

That’s what we break:

Nails and Bones.

Nails do the scratching

Bones do the tapping.

Nails and Bones

Nails and Bones

That’s what we’re made of:

Nails and Bones

Tongues and Eyes

Tongues and Eyes

That’s we use:

Tongues and Eyes

Sharp are the Tongues

Blind are the Eyes

Tongues and Eyes

Tongues and Eyes

That’s what we use:

Tongues and Eyes.

Teeth and Hair

Teeth and Hair

That’s how we judge:

Teeth and Hair.

Teeth white as white

Hair bright as bright.

Teeth and Hair

Teeth and Hair

That’s what we’re made of:

Teeth and Hair.

Gut and Ears

Guts and Ears

That’s how we hear:

Guts and Ears.

Guts are the wise ones

Ears are the dull ones

Guts and Ears

Guts and Ears

That’s how we hear:

Guts and Ears.

Tears and Fear

Tears and Fear

We need to lose our

Tears and Fears

Tears do the excusing

Fears do the killing.

Tears and Fears

Tears and Fears

We must lose our

Tears and Fears.

Seen but Not Heard

This may seem really mean and I don’t really care. As the title suggests this article is about children, the title is of course based on the phrase “children should be seen and not heard”. I agree with this. If you are a parent and you don’t have the time, patience or love to teach your child not to be obnoxious or rude, you should at least be capable of accomplishing the lesson of silence. Silence is after all golden, even if you have to use the duct tape.

Why do I write this considering I have no children? Well, I leave the house; I am out and about in society and since it is deemed appropriate by our culture to allow children out in the general public, I have to deal with children, not in a personal or social way, just a public manner, which is minimal. We do have to breathe the same air and if the child in question is being disruptive, chances are, it is affecting me. Whether the child opened something in a store or knocked something over and the product is now all over the floor and now that isle or section of the store is closed until the overworked, underpaid employees deem it worth their time to go over and clean it up; or if I’m done shopping and the young human is in line with its creator in front of me and that young human is screaming at the top of its lungs and its owner or creator is doing nothing to silence it or to get out of line to be courteous to the other shoppers. This leaves me with the very unhappy choice of either moving to another line in order to escape the noise, or to stay and endure it. The child in this scenario in this day and age isn’t even “young”. By the way, this excuse of being “young” bothers me a lot. I was never in any point in my life allowed to misbehave so horribly in public. Being young has nothing to do with it; it’s the lack of discipline and care. The child is so ignored that it feels the need to get louder and wilder in order to be acknowledged by its parents. Negative attention is better than no attention at all in the eyes of a child, and then eventually the poor behavior becomes habit. This brings be back to the fact that some children who are disruptive in public aren’t “young”. I’ve seen twelve year-olds and up, throw fits like the ones I’ve described: just because the screams are replaced with whinny demands or screeching protests doesn’t make it less of a tantrum.

The point to all of this is for me to say that I think something isn’t working. The way children are being raised has failed for several generations now. It’s time to rethink the public standard and I am all for going back to “children should be seen and not heard”. As a parent you should be concerned with how your children behave in public, enough that you actually do something to correct your child when they are misbehaving or don’t take them out in public at all until they can behave.

  My Mama wasn’t allowed to go to a restaurant until she was three years old and it was a guarantee she wouldn’t do anything that might ruin the meal. How many three year olds can you name off the top of your head that can sit through a proper dinner meal without getting “bored”? My grandfather was very old fashioned and stuck to the “children should be seen and not heard” rule to the letter. It worked then, so there is no reason for it not to work now; and as for “letting the kids be kids” rubbish, let me tell you, a child can have plenty of fun without screaming just because they like the way their voice echoes in the public bathrooms at Disneyland; and as I have previously stated, a child won’t even get loud if it’s being cared for by its parent. A well cared for child is a happy child; a happy child is a quiet child.

Happiness in a Song

Without fail, this somg will make me happy, I hope that you have a song like this too. Take a minute today and listen to your song! :)