People like to categorize each other. It’s easy on the brain. That way, they can use their processing power for more important things – like binging on Breaking Bad. For example, I’m a white man in my 40s. I went to college. I’m married. I work in marketingand advertising. I have kids. They go to public school. I drive an American car. We have dogs. I like baseball. I vote.
Today is day one of a new school year. I have to be honest, aside from the part about releasing my children to a system that 1) drills them with knowledge all day and then gives them more work to complete after school because, I don’t know, that’s ‘just the way we’ve always done things’
Change. The kind of change that you have to swallow with more water than you’d think was necessary, is upon us. It’s the kind of change that doesn’t come gradually. Children and dreamers hang on to summer like a life-preserver. But, in the end, we must all let go and allow ourselves to be sucked into the vortex. “Let go baby, let go. Everything will be alright.” And so we do.
I haven’t had a drink in 22 years. Whether you realize it or not, it’s a pretty remarkable feat for anyone to go from darkness to light in their lives. People often ask whether I’m bothered by other people drinking. I’m not. My wife drinks. She doesn’t have DNA that turns her into a monster when she drinks. And by monster, I mean a completely different person with very bad ideas.
Sometimes I stop and look around and wonder why we do it.
And so I think these things and you nod, but then politely ask me to sit at the edge of the room.
