They happened upon a road, several of them oh so different for a regular Sunday evening drive. He thought it would be just a few minutes maybe twenty at most, he needed some flour. Just a little bit more for the bread he was making. Sandwiches always seemed more tastier with his own bread, softer, fresher and as thick as he wanted it. Though what was holding them, him and several of the other cars on the roadway, what was holding them up? Soon engines stopped idling and he could see the people getting out of their cars. They weren’t in a rush they slowly got out following the motions of the people in front of them. Sounds were barely audible, conversations weren’t even occurring just people getting out of their cars almost tip toeing. He did the same opening his door slowly and walking carefully down the street. No one seemed scared that was the weird thing, it was just curiosity what do we have to behold? Then it came into view a large almost glowing animal a black light couldn’t achieve the splendor of its fur coat and its glistening horn. There it was a unicorn. A mythical beast no more but living and here right before him and all these others. It had come back to bring good a sign that soon everything will be bountiful.
I moved to New York because it was the land of opportunity and simply I like living in the city. I have always been fond of trying new things. I left my hometown for the major reason that my family was getting along and they didn’t need me, that is why I felt comfortable leaving. Though sometimes I wonder about them and how they are doing. Eventually I thought of coming back but New York has made me a slave to its culture, the thought you can get anything at any time. I loved and still do love Seattle, it breathes out of every part of me but loneliness grew of not having a husband or the ability to advance my career in the direction I wanted. After a few years here I am still not where I want to be. What is to become of me, has already been planned, I just have to find out when it arrives.
I have been around awhile, some people may even call me old. Millennials that I am surrounded by grew up with technology. They know it’s ins and outs and think nothing of it’s power for to them it is like a light bulb you can’t imagine life without it. So when something new comes, the latest upgrade is necessary at all costs. Though they don’t understand that it may not be thoroughly tested and know the bugs that arrive with the latest app, or how that may affect something or someone. Think of drones, they have had a few mistakes before being able to be widely used or accurate in their delivery. I remember the first self locking car, it could unlock any car with the same frequency not just one car your car. That is like having a key to every house in the neighborhood, might as well not have locks then if everyone or even one person can get in all the houses. Where is the privacy? The sense of safety? I know my stuff is safe because I know everyone who has access to it, but do you really? Do you really know, with technology someone could be unlocking your things from next door or miles away, if they had the right codes and you wouldn’t even know it. Though I guess for a millennial it doesn’t matter because sharing things with others is natural, every detail even possibly what underwear they are wearing that day. It can be controlled right? Well remember technology is so sneaky that you may not even know and that #*%hole down the way could be the one with all your information putting it online under unusual names or simply leaving your home unlocked to anyone around. Good thing we know who has access to our computer, right millennials? or do we? because remember anyone at anytime is developing new controlling apps, including %^+hole 1 or #%^hole 2.
Speaking of all the conversations and their end results always the same. For the generally good conversations they are like shows that you want to repeat over again. Have that conversations soon.
I have been crazy all my life.
Crazy to think that people think of others just as much as they think of themselves.
Crazy believing that people like the world we live in and understand we need to protect the environment and there is global warming.
Crazy to say war is bad.
Crazy to have integrity in which that is what is said in front of one person is still followed through even when they are not there.
Crazy to love someone you don’t even know just because they are a living human being.
Crazy to stand up for injustice even in my own family.
Crazy to try to eat more fruits and vegetables in my diet and believing fries do not count as a salad.
Crazy to write when no one cares to read.
Crazy to have hope.
If these things are crazy then, yes I am crazy.