Sometimes I wonder if people really give any thought to how they spend their lives. How they spend each day, each hour. Most of us (kids, teens and young adults atleast) are content to sit on the couch and watch television. We love video games like Halo and Grand Theft Auto where, like in many virtual games, you go around killing people and blowing things up.
My brother Jonny and I used to be close. He's a year younger than me and I can remember when we spent days and days playing together; we were best friends as children. I was always on his side, he was always on mine. We were family and we took the blame together, shared the joy together, everything. In our family it was Chelsea and Jonny, the young ones, the kids.
For a lot of us, whether we know it or not, identity is a hard thing to well, identify. We look at each other and judge, label, stereotype, without ever getting to know one another. For example:
The other day I left my backpack in the lobby in the front of my school, like all of my friends do everyday at lunch. When I came back an hour later, my $300 video ipod was gone.
Last night as I was writing my very first blog on this website, my mom appeared. She had been at our old house, finishing up the cleaning, and she got home at about 10:30 PM. When she came in she told me that she was worried- she has driven past a small park about a block down the road and seen a small girl sitting there in the dark alone, head down.
I'm sitting inside my house surrounded by a quiet suburb, listening to Modest Mouse, surfing the web on my personal laptop. Behind me there are boxes from the move we made this weekend, from a 4 bedroom, 4 bathroom house to a 3 bedroom house where I have to share the only bathroom with my brother and mom. I'm the best at complaining, even though I know how lucky I am.
