Dear Diary:
Isn't it odd that I am writing to you such that any curious person can read it? I can't even remember the last time we touched base. That last time might have been high school? Who knows.
What I do know is the fact that a lot has changed since then ... there is marriage, home ownership, children (2 to be exact), too much debt, too many televisions (HD of course), and lastly, a world gone mad. Phew ... that was a mouth full. Sorry to be so jaded?! Don't get me wrong, I'm an optimist at heart and I have plenty to be thankful for in this lifetime, however, I can't help but feel that things are going in a direction that require attention and action.
Revolution perhaps? I don't want to sound like some neo-hippie calling for an orgy at the park; I'm thinking uprising ... not militant or violent (the French already had dibs on that one) but a revolution of the people, for the people, and by the people. Our government will not do this for us anymore because equal representation is not equal. Again, please don't get me wrong, I think we live in the greatest country in the world, we just need to start acting like it!
If not revolution, then what? Write your Congressman ... perhaps "Dear Abby?" Sure, why not, there is no sonic boom louder than the human voice. The problem is that we don't use it anymore. Who is the last politician that you can remember that actual meant what they said, and said what they meant? You're a diary! What do you know about politics?
Ok, ok ... I promise not to bore you with politics. As the name "Vintage Humanity" implies, I long for the good old days. I miss simplicity. I miss the promise of a better day, hope, and truth. I think these things will always endure, but they remain fossilized, and like any great scholar, we must dust off the bones and put them on display for the world to see again.
Please read this diary ... in fact, you can even write in my diary. I will read and I will respond.
