Sometimes its quiet around here because I am not doing anything.
Sometimes it is quiet around here because I am doing to much.
Sometimes it is quiet around here because "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" is in effect.
There is something going on, and I can't write about it. But I'm kinda' pissed off.
I was royally peeved at the election results. As glad as I was about Obama winning, I still felt the sting of Prop 8 passing. I said at the time, "It was like I got everything I wanted for Christmas, and then my house burnt down."
But it's been a few months and I had decided to set that aside and let it go. I was going to sit back and watch the inauguration on TV and enjoy this moment. But something has come up to remind me once again that my life is not equal with everyone else's. It's a government thing. And it's not changing on January 20th. And as pleased as I am with the way the wind is blowing, right now it feels like just that, so much air.
So I am sitting this one out. I wasn't invited to the party. I was told to use a different entrance. And the drinking fountain offered to me looks a lot less shiny than the one they offered everyone else. The door to "change" has been opened. Now instead of standing around talking about how nice it is to finally feel a breeze, could we please line up and start walking through? I'm sick of waiting.