Real life…

I never cease to be amazed
at how far away a soap opera
is from real life

maybe that’s the reason
they are all going off the air

although you’d have
a tendency
to think
that there might be
similarities
the only thing
that is similar
is that they both
involve people…

you see
on a soap opera
everyone looks wonderful
and seems to manage life
without working
or struggling….

on a soap opera
when a child dies
he/she will be found
under a cabbage leaf
in years to come
none the worse
for wear…

on a soap opera
people who have surgery
recover in days even minutes
not weeks or months…

on a soap opera
even the people
that live on the streets
have perfect pearly white teeth…

on a soap opera
people can contract a horrid disease
yet not die…

on a soap opera
people die
only to come back
with new faces/arms/legs/brains…

on a soap opera
there’s no long term consequences
for drug use
for murder
for theft
for rape…

Real life
is not that neat
or kind
or easy

Real life
contains real pain
both physical and emotional

real life contains
real depression
real anxiety
real danger
real addiction
real consequences

Real life
is not
a soap opera
no matter how hard
you try wish it so.

and begging doesn’t help either

Real life
is…

real life.

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stressed? whoo me??

I stopped at a strip mall grocery store on my way home from work (it’s getting dark)…I see these guys wandering up and down the isles in the parking lot…they are wearing safety vests that say “Crime Prevention” and they are pressing their noses up against the windows of people’s cars.  If they see something in the car they leave this formal looking citation (warning) under the windshield wiper.

I’m leaning up against a tree by my car as they approach…one guy starts towards my car:  “press your nose up against the window of my car and see what it gets ya” I say quietly.

This pretend cop starts off on this long, well rehearsed crime prevention spiel….outlining for me how “stupid” most people are

I listened to the whole thing and then said once again “touch my car and see what it gets ya” whilst examining my shoes.

he says “you can’t touch me!  I’ll call the cops…you can’t touch me”

I look up and quietly reply “go ahead and invade my privacy by pressing your nose up against my car window, that’d be my personal belonging…it will be far far too late for you by the time the cops get here…besides, I don’t have a retirement package and right now 3 squares and a cot with guberment medication and no full time job sounds pretty good to me.”

They left.
I went for groceries.

I think I’m a little too stressed for public consumption…I’m reverting back to old habits.

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