The Weight

We all walk around with an invisible weight. We smile at each other, go about our days and draw no attention to the little bird on our shoulder that is pecking at our jugular vein. We are all waiting on the proverbial shoe to drop. Some of us are waiting on a fucking boot. We are all waiting to loose our jobs, our relationships, our health. We wait because we know that it is coming like a fast train out of hell. To say that our lives are fragile is to indulge in the understatement of the year. The tiniest little germ will fuck us up. A minute of bad timing and BOOM you are crushed by a tractor trailer. In fact, even if you are the healthiest mother fucker alive, you can die. Flo Jo died of a fucking heart attack! I will never be as healthy as her...EVER! I don't really want this blog entry to be another death rant, because LORD knows I have enough of them...see my collected works. However, whoever said that we all live quiet lives of desperation was fucking right. We label people assholes to the left and right of us, and maybe more than a few are...but the truth is life will make you an asshole or at least seem like one. Weight...there is no escaping it. To live on this planet at this time is to take on weight. Gravity is a constant pressure pushing you down until you collapse under the pressure. Of course some of our weight is imaginary. If we loose our jobs, the sun will still come up in the morning. If our partners leave us the sun will still come in the morning. Even if we die, the fucking sun comes up in the morning. I just hate the fact that we are aware on some level of the weight leveled by all human beings and we choose to ignore our community pain. How quick the old bird finger pops up when someone breaks traffic manners. How quick are we to judge those who do not follow our particular slice of life. Republicans are hate mongers, Democrats are out of touch with reality, why do we have to label ourselves. Why can't we all just be human beings diagnosed with the terminal illness of life? Why don't we look at each other and go, "that mother fucker is going to die, give him a fucking break". I know life is messy. It is impossible to wrap things up in a neat little blog entry. I just wish we had the common courteousy to acknowledge and respect someone for their humanity. I am afraid the truth is that we secretly like to be ugly. We are more animal that we ever had the courage to acknowledge.