Poetry

Last week in the laundry room, I found a random book of poetry. The kind first year university students buy in English 101. I can't help to wonder who will teach this future generation about life. Who will tell them you can have everything at once...and you will have to earn it.

I have bangs again and purple low lights peak a booing under the crown of my head. I like it, I feel edgy, I feel like rebelling against the middle class. I feel angry at the majority. I am angry because I feel like a shadow in this world I am living. The laboratory I am stuck in....while co workers pass their time till their next trip to Hawaii. I'm wondering what war I'm fighting for and if my voice will be hear. I do not want to turn into Boxer from Animal Farm.

I could not even get peaceful in yoga today. I attended Gay Yoga today, I am not sure why...I just alot peace with spending time with Gay men. I also could not handle another week of the substitute at my regular Sunday yoga class. I kinda thought I rocked the triangle today :) YES!

I am slowly dreading another week of work. I feel the job is slowly sucking the sanity of me. I becoming nervous...I feel stressed Sunday nights. I don't feel rested, could it just possibly be tax season. Accountants and brokers have sleepless April nights....cuddling calculators and adjusted cost bases for unassuming clients.

I don't have much to say lately to anyone. I have avoided spending times with friends...some old friends I feel are becoming toxic and I am less interested in piecing together their dysfunction. I am frightened I could get use to being antisocial. Yesterday at future shop I agonized over lab tops. I feel out of touch with technology. In high school technology class was about soldering two wires together not tablets and netbooks. I am exciting about going back to university I feel it is giving me some direction some kinda plan...I am not sure after the summer. I know I be giving my notice. It's time to move...on OM shanti OM.