What is my life if not attrition

I think about who I used to be and compare her to the current version. Its interesting to read old blogs, old poetry, old journals.. I like the old girl. The new me is intent on pretending to not be lost. I was content before. I knew I was lost. I knew it sucked, I embraced it.

It seems life and the people in it, want you to buy the fairy tale. If you don't, pretend to be happy, because it could be alot worse. Its true it could be a lot worse. I know this. Part of my imbalance has so much to do with the state of affairs for others. Not saying I'm completely unselfish, in fact I am completely selfish. Its hard to enjoy moments of "glory" with out feeling a sting of guilt.

The guilt of I didn't finish my dessert.. there are plenty of people who have never had Deseret. The guilt of not speaking up, when I can. There are so many women around the world beaten to death just for being themselves... and at least I live somewhere I can attempt to be me. If everyone had the same opportunities as me, it would be easier to enjoy my moments of glory.

I have become the antithesis of me. NO longer standing firm with who I am, I just hide. I don't have a me any more. All that was good, isn't. I feel like expectations and people just kept pounding. Building the war against me. I fought, and fought to stay unique... but the pressure of being me and staying true to me was to much to bear.

I get bought so easily. A glance. A pretty color. So easily distracted. The idea that my "I" is up for sale disturbs me.

Can I come back. Am I supposed to. I see glimmers of me. I see the creation of possibility. I don't know what I want. I cant stand the now. I can't even think of the now for a few minutes with out feeling a deep seeded rage about life.

Can school continue to mold me, God continue to shape me, and will I let it happen. What will I let win out. The me... or the them. What should win out.?

Me is so selfish, so individualistic. Them is not me, the absence of, but its for the collectivist ways. Its so ensnared, so confused. I just needed this vent.

Whats bad is good?

I've just got done reading the Hunger game series by suzanne collins(good reads.. fyi.. some spoilers as well below read with caution),when it hit me, I was a capitol citizen.

What does that mean, one may ask. Simpley this. A person who lives life greatly unaware of the world around them. I live in a world were everything I want is a simple click of a button, flick of a switch, or accessable by the movement of my finger tips. I order food that I don't finish, throw out spoiled food, clothes that are no longer in style I dismiss. I waste my time concerned with what I should wear and what romance might fall my way. I don't really spend to much time thinking outside of myself.





In suzanne collins second book of hunger games series, catching fire, the main character is at a party were the guests of this party engage in gorging themselves full of food. These guest then vomit up the food so that they can re-gorge .. simply put just for the sheer joy of having a full belly. So much waste. So ridiculous, right,?, when in these stories people are starving to death.
These citizens celebrate the main charachter for her ability to kill others and survive. They watch killings every year and praise the contestants as if they are Gods.. wrong right??

If I think that was ridiculous (along with the many uneducated acts of the capitol citizens) how can I not find my own daily living ridiculous?

Is it excusable to waste so much of my time on entertainment excess when people around the world die from starvation, curable diseases, or are forced into slavery every day? Every day I decide to buy a peice of clothing not made in the US, or I watch a show that advertises abuse and ignores the harms, I am making that excuse.

I am a capitol citizen. I will watch the hunger games no matter how wrong I think they are. No matter how awful it is to see. Its mere entertainment. I waste my time reading the gossip of the Kardashians, buying ashton kutchers clothing line, all for mere entertainment (yet I am supporting what they stand for.. unfaithfulness, lying, selfishness, ego-centrism... and so on.)I buy products that were made by little hands (god forbid that my daughter ever have to work 16 hour shifts in a factory to make10 dollars) as long as I can have that shirt.


So here I sit. On my computer. Feeling like I am solving my own issue. I'm a better person than those of the capitol, because I write about it, because I'm recognizing it... right?

What can I do? How can I change what I am, what is acceptable. What is really bad that I see as good... how can I change my perception and no longer be a capitol citizen?
I can watch the minature earth youtube video (http://youtu.be/drSDhlnm0e0) over and over and over, and still I have no idea how to change me. If I can change me maybe I can really make a difference. Maybe I will do something. Maybe something will get better for someone else. Maybe.
I wrote this poem today after obsessing about this idea.
So here it is for all the world to share:

On the edge of what once was
No one thing is the same
Taking a plunge to be free

To the edge of what will be
Seeking the expected
No wings there to guide me

Every choice and every chance
has mercies evil glance
Life just a false romance
can we really even dance

To the brink of what is
Its familiar now
Shackled just trying to be

Every choice and every chance
has mercies evil glance
Life just a false romance
can we really even dance