Get a Life --->

  I swear I live in a city where people learn how to drive in arcades with pockets full of tokens.  I find myself wondering if they believe that simply cutting in front of a car will really make it disappear.  So, of course, I am bamboozled every day when I come to an intersection that has arrows painted on the pavement giving every lane their own turning options.  Miraculously, no one ever breaks the arrow rules!! The lane that continues on through the light but has ONLY a left turn arrow painted on it, never sees a car simply plunge forward to the continued lane on the other side.  I've never even seen a car mistakenly go straight in that lane.  They all turn left!!  Really people?  Arrows???  Is it that simple? I wonder what else could be accomplished if only we painted some arrows to get the job done.  Life for instance.

  Why, in this world, are we so obsessed with age?  People are living longer and longer every year and yet so many people won't divulge their age when asked.  I am 32.  I don't feel a day over 21 except that I am much more experienced and knowledgable about things.  And every now and then when I run for ten minutes straight, I wonder if I should take a nap in my front seat before attempting to drive home... for the safety of everyone involved.  But, I don't lie to myself and pretend that having perky boobs or fewer memories is going to make me more likable.  People who think that, are already so lonely that they'll do anything to make friends and it's easier to get an operation than grow a personality.  So, why does this number thing matter?  Why are people so afraid of slowing down?  Getting droopy?  I never thought this would be the topic for my journal entry, but SHIT MAN, every time I talk to someone my age they discuss childhood like it's an ancient memory.  They refer to themselves as "old" and how freakin' SAD is that?  The only time I refer to myself as old is when I'm explaining to my children why I get to cuss, drink coffee, have a beer or eat a whole piece of pie.  It's a good thing you see. That's why we call it GROWING old. And yet all I see are people fighting it.  It is as inevitable as death and yet we are running scared.  Maybe we just need some arrows.

---> Personality this way.  ---> Don't fight it. ---> Have fun.  ----> Grow old.  --->Buy ointment!
 GO!