Change?

I will start this off making a pretty horrible reference. Change is as needed in this society as my sink in the basement needs to begin creating potable water that I would be able to drink. But what is this change? And why does it attract such a large attention, that America longs for so much?

Of course as an outsider looking in on the situation, I will first state that the candidates' minions really have to take a step out of the circle and begin looking elsewhere for their change. I do not find any of these qualities of this "change" that Americans look for in these two men. And I feel that after the election is won, America will be importuned with various requests regarding tax raises and other things that will show up in the near future. I thought I should write about this quickly today because not only am I about three vocabulary words first, but I am so furious with the government today and how we decide who we vote for and the various propaganda that these politicians spill to their audiences. In my opinion, these two politicians are only frauds who are nothing more than epicures; they are only here for the power and to wine and dine with those who are at the top of the power list.

In a quick conclusion, I would like to state that I am in complete abeyance from this election. Although it still goes on, I remain suspended between the slow fate of the election turning into the hands of either one decent politician or the other. Change is now? Please. Take this enigmatic concept into the equation. Change is all the time, and change is happening. Obviously it is, but it gives everybody a different idea of what the positive change will be, not what the actual change will be. In conclusion, I am very upset about this election, and hope that it will soon change for the better, instead of just change.

A Look in the Past

Progressing from recent years to now, I have seen an extremely vast change in myself and my lifestyle. The two lifestyles that I have gone through within my previous years of high school almost see each other as antipodes; they are, in my opinion, exact opposites. And now, looking backwards, I almost feel as if I could have been able to preclude all that has happened over the past couple years and prevent it. I will begin with my freshman year in this blog entry.

My life is a complete aberration from what it had been a couple years ago. Entering high school, I lived an adorned lifestyle; I had, what I assumed, two loving parents, and two great sisters who (for the most part) I have gotten along very welly with. I was at the time what I thought was the right thing to do. At the time, I was a much more gregarious person, and would be much more studious than occupying myself with what was more important at this time of my life; school. I found socializing and becoming a more popular person a more important thing to become at the time rather than working as hard as I should have on my school work. Looking back, I see that what changed me is the divorce that came upon my parents in the beginning of my freshman year. At one point in time, I started to see something else in my family. Unlike However, when my parents had abjured to their marriage, it changed my priorities completely.

For years there were many different signs that a divorce was coming, but ironically I had missed them all. There were many times when I heard them fight, but I instantly assumed that this is what most parents do and move on. Whether I lacked the age of understanding the concept of what was happening or whether I purposly remained ignorant of it, when I could no longer shade it from my life, it absorbed me. Quickly I reset my priorities into an entirely different direction, and overall I had learned something from it. I had to take care of my sisters much more, because I quickly had to make the change from the man of the house. I became almost a pariah at school, because I became so entangled with my studies and home chores that there was hardly a time to catch up with my friends and socialize with them.

The way that my parents told me how they broke up was filled with complete brio that came out of their mouths and into my brain to decide who was either correct or wrong. While they were speaking, they both used bombastic tones in speaking to us, however trying to convey the message of how the other had screwed up (which now reminds me of the Coca-Cola letter that we had gone over in class, whereas the bombast they used in their voices was very impressive, however there was an underlying meaning under all of this). The way that they had spoken of each other caused me to have very different contraceptions of both, unfortunately, enforcing me to envision a path that I had to make, not someone else for me.

Although this probably was more of a rant that I had to get off of my chest, I hope I explained my recent years well.