Independence?

Its funny. I can't help but think about Kahlil Gibran's the Prophet on a day like today. I reread the poem on Freedom. I look at how my life is and wonder if I'm free. No. Not really. But, that kind of freedom can be hard to take- to keep. And here the Government is, screaming that its protecting my rights when it goes and takes them away. And not a single person does a thing about it, on the level that could help. Its sad, but America is become more and more like the old Soviet Union, or like England when ruled by a tyrant king. Its very obvious our leaders think they are immune to justice, particularly the President and Vice-President. Its a sad thing. It really makes me unhappy- and makes me wonder if I'd not be happier living somewhere else. Maybe Canada.

Why Canada? Because Canada is really quite awesome. Socialized healthcare, largely decriminalized Marijuana, and I've liked most Canadians I've had the pleasure of meeting. Also, I like that Unions are strong up thata ways. I need some Change though- its becoming obvious that I won't be getting what I need to survive. I'll have to cut off contacts with my current job, and look for a new one (Though in the opposite order.) I can't survive on 8$ per hour. I don't think anyone really can. Funny thing is, I won't even be able to get welfare or any of those social services. My best hope would be to be fired, and collect unemployment. That be pretty killer, I could go to school for a little while and still have an income. A /weekly/ income. Pretty stellar if you ask me. Get me back on my feet, with a little extra cash in my pocket.

I hate the feeling that I'm floundering, that I'm going no where. That I'm begining to slide backwards into something or somewhere bad. I feel trapped, and I'm not sure there's a lot of help for me- its like a belt tightening around your chest making it harder and harder to breath. And this is freedom? But, there are people who are worse off. And who bravely face each day to try and make something better of themselves. I need to be like /those/ patriots. The ones who sweat for this country, the people who toil away in faceless jobs. Those 'working class heroes'.

I guess it wouldn't be so bad if I felt like I had some more cash. I need to not eat out, I could save some then. A bed would be nice too. I've got a very 'crack-addict' esque bed setup going on, with a mattress and a sheet on the floor. Little twin thing is annoying, and uncomfortable. But, that doesn't really matter. Its time for bed, and I'm going to sleep in a little tomorrow- but not to much. Work at 10am.

Happy Independence Day, America.