Can't I be mad?!

I've always tried to be jovial. I think once upon a time I was. I remember my grandmother chiding me for not being serious enough about life and things that future men contend with, with due gravity.

I find now that I am considered by most of those I know to be quite negative and bitter. When in all honesty I am trying to just be realistic. This society I live in has gotten so bad that we have to smile at each other and say "Hey you look good and I'm glad things are well" when you are an American dollar away from actual starvation.

But I'm not writing about my socio-economic climate. I am mad. Of course I am. Why wouldn't you be when everyone around you has the gall to tell you that "God will provide" when you are rightly going crazy trying to provide and make ends meet. That "Everything will be alright" when they are not. When you are striving for resolution and all you get in return is Yoda speak.

How can I not be f*cking angry when I need food and all I get are platitudes? I don't care about having the patience to "bear" things because I already am. Now if people around me would care to lift their fingers a little and help, then maybe I/we can afford more than a symbolic bag of potatoes.

I saw an old woman once frail in her age, mixing cement in a construction site to earn her keep. After seeing that, everything else is just an excuse. If you want it enough you find a way. If you don't well its just another flimsy justification.
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