The Mother of All Disappointments

I hope everyone had a nice mother's day. The weather was beautifulthis weekend, and I visited my family on the Eastern shore. Although I had a good time seeing my family, for some reason, I was unable to keep my anger in check. Well, I didn't come out and yell at anyone, but I just felt angry inside the whole time. I guess I forget that living in the city is different than living in the country, or even the suburbs. Somehow, seeing box store after box store clogging up what was once beautiful country vistas, churches sprouting up in old strip mall stores (ah, the irony there), people driving the same trucks and SUVs and wearing the same assembly-line mall clothes, eating the same junk from Applebee's and Bob Evans as fat as houses really made me mad. How can people consider this enlightenment? I know I shouldn't worry about others, but just amazes me how many people buy into the materialistic happiness thing. I understand it here, in a neighborhood full of yuppies, but what about all those modest, churchgoing people? It was perhaps more disconcerting than my mother's recent obsession with Nancy Grace.

Anyway, I cooked the family breakfast and then Scott and I planted flowers and stuff in my mom's garden. Then I came home, secretly glad to be back. Usually I look forward to the quietness, the trees, the breeze in Salisbury, but it's quickly becoming a little sucky suburb. Will every small town the same fate? It always enrages me to have a brochure for a vacation town, like say somewhere in New England or the southeastern coast, with all of these beautiful pictures, and you get there and half the place, with its Old Navy, its Applebee's, its cineplex, is like being at home.

Thought of the day: when you have a dream about masturbation, aren't you kind of setting your sights low?