I had the gnocchis with salsiccia and meatballs. Delicious, ahhh, the savory tomato sauce with the mix of the little pasta/potato dumplings. It was so intricate and delicate, you have the heaviness of the gnocchi and the lightness of the tomatoes. To die for really. Then you have the saltiness of the sausage, cutting through with peppers and coriander, and the lovely mix of herbs. I know, I know, for some odd reason I put Italian food on this high horse, but I don't know. I just love it so much. It's just so tasty and delicious. I will tell you this though. It was a lot better than that Chinese food that I had in Amsterdam, that's for darn sure. Yup yup, the meal was quite excellent. I really have no complaints.
Last night before I began falling to sleep, I began watching a show that I've been dying to watch. The show is called, "The Walking Dead." I've missed out on a lot. I can't believe how good this show is. It's really epic really. I think the ideas of the walking dead is very interesting. I've seen so many zombie movies, played so many zombie games, had dreams about zombies, this entire idea of it, well it truly scares me. This is a genre, or rather an occurrence that is truly possible to happen in reality. Why else would the government come up with a contingency to fight against the walking dead if it were to happen? I don't know people, but remember this, aim for the head. No matter who it is. If I'm your best friend, and I get bitten or become a walking undead, I expect you to shoot or behead or whatever me without any hesitation. We don't need anymore zombies than we do. *Sigh* easier said than done though right. This show makes me realize that. Anyway, watched the first episode, and realized all these emotions were part of this show and theory, come on seriously how do you add all these emotions in the first episode, and still have a great season? I don't know, but I'm on episode 3 and well...they did.
So, I'm sitting here in this Starbucks, realizing to myself, life is good. No work, no attachment to anything, good friends. I am in a good position right about now. What can I say, I think I need to let things go, I did and it's better. Obviously, some things still sting a bit, but time heals all. The less I think about it, the better it gets. I owe nothing to nobody, however I owe it to myself to be a better person. People say that I'm a good as it is. I don't believe it, I believe I'm a selfish human being, and when push comes to shove, I will choose my own happiness over someone else's. Just the way I am.
I'm going to miss going to coffeeshops early in the morning. When work starts again, I'm going to miss all of this. Even if I am sitting in a Starbucks drinking a Pumpkin Spiced Latte, just drinking coffee and thinking how I'm going to attack the day is something that I like to make common for myself. I think we as Americans lead a too fast paced of a life. Slow it down, smell the roses, take a walk. Hahaha, I miss walking. I loved just walking mile after mile after mile throughout the city. And now, I drive everywhere once again. Maybe the country should start thinking about investing in bike lanes and walking lanes...that would be epic.
Lately I've been seeing the people that are taking up time in "Wall Street." Occupy "Insert Whatever Here." Yes these people have a right to do whatever they want, this is America after all. But why as a society do we have to put the blame on others. When the Italians first came over, what did they do? Complain because they weren't given opportunities? No, they took what they had to. We wouldn't have the mafia without them. The Chinese did the same exact thing, why are we looking for handouts. Go out there and look for a job, it's been a year? Keep fucking looking, can't get what you want with the degree that you received? Get in line, none of us did. Don't bitch, don't complain, go out there and find something, there is something for everyone. Don't complain that it's under minimum wage, it's better than nothing, don't complain that you need two jobs, go get another one. Life is what you make of it, if you don't first succeed, try and try again. You have to want it, and not expect it to be a handout. Life is not a handout. Life is meant to be hard.
Whoever she or he is, they have it right. Don't expect everything, expect nothing. Life isn't free, earn your keep. |
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