Discopants and Haircuts

If there is anyone confused about what the hell is going on with the economy, I am posting an episode of This American Life where they explain pretty much everything.

Link…

Obama and His Family During the Celebration

I am extremely pleased that Barack Obama won the election. I stayed up as long as I could, but fell asleep before the results. I woke up, opened my laptop in bed, read the results and cried. It was as if a valve, that had been closed for 8 years, had been opened. For the first time in my life I feel hope. 

 Being a Generation X’er, I, honestly never believed the future  was bright, full of promise and hope. I feel hope, ironically, since I live in Norway, now. I really feel like the regular, average, everyday American will benefit greatly. 

 I come from a generation of cynics. Do I really believe all will be great, the world will embrace peace, the sick will be healed and the US will become a land of true happiness?  Yes, yes I do.

  I can’t figure it out. Sometimes I think I have writer’s block. Most of the time I feel like there is nothing to be said. Have I become Mister Blocked or Mister Siddhartha? 

Before you go on, in your head, about me saying I may be Buddha, may I explain? 

  I would never profess to be anything supreme. My problem is seeing repeated situations in my life. A lot of life feels predictable. There are struggles and pain. There are silly moments where nothing makes sense but, with a little background in social behavior, it all becomes soberingly predictable. Sigh…

 You know what really kills it? Hearing stories from others. When a friend tells me a story, I love it. I love hearing the ins and outs, the feelings expressed. I love that someone I care about is sharing an experience. I like listening to them. What hurts is hen I share a story and it is overwhelmingly much more over the top… 

I am not trying to compare or contrast others’ lives to mine. I just find myself… becoming a robot, losing feeling.