I'm Ranting

People are so diverse. Cultures thrive and grow. Why are we so alike? I asked myself this question today: If I could be different in some unique way, what way would that be? After thinking for 30 seconds, my usual contemplation period, I realized that wealth is what I lack. Why money? Why is that so freakn’ important. Hey, I’m a happy guy. Living here in the good old U.S. of A. is pretty kick’n, right? Lot’s of stuff to do, go to the mall, movies, TV and Six Flags. But, I still would really like to do it a bit more relaxed, ya know. Say, drive to the ballgame in a Jag or Porche. Maybe buy the nice box seat down by where you can hear the players cuss after a bad play. I hear you thinking, what is your ranting problem here anyway? Well, since I’m not all that rich I get kind of down when I see those folks that are doing a bit better than I am. If you are rich or doing really good that is fine with me. Don’t get me wrong here. I’m just a normal dude right, who wants the same stuff as you all, right? Gawd, I hate that when some fancy pants rich guy goes driving by in one of those Mercedes Benz! So full of themselves, talking on the phone to God only knows who, driving the stupid speed limit for Christ sake! It is not you, trust me, this is my own feeble mind tripping on the reality of poverty. It sucks sometimes serious! Most of the time I don’t really dwell on the downside of my economic below average state, after all, I’m a happy guy.