Aug
2nd
Sat
2nd
small potatoes
My sister Betsy and I watched a horrible MTV reality show the other night and sort of moaned about the meaningless and feigned dramatic “lives” of the people. (That is, if any of it is actually real.) We felt oddly discouraged and then even more devoid of dignity for watching it.
She is right, the little town I grew up in is kind of like watching that TV trash; reveling in the frivolity, rejecting the after-taste, and then mourning the hangover. And hopefully, not getting too sucked into it.
Sometimes in the end it leaves me feeling more empty and flustered than before. (Or if I swing it right, justified and tougher.)
I am waking up early and taking off…
