Happy New Year?

It’s 6.30 am. I’m on a flight to Durban three days before the New Year opens its eyes and wakes up from its little nap. While it was sleeping, the world was in turmoil and there are buckets full of souls counting on 2010 to blow some smoke up their no frills attached due to economic crisis, skirts. I just hope it’s well rested because it’s got some serious expectations to deal with. People are walking around all optimistic. I think we have a ways to go.

I snapped at an airport security guard this morning because she wouldn’t hold my food while I looked for my boarding pass. It all happened so fast, but the minute I stepped away from the scene of the crime I realized what I’d done. I should have had the pass with me already. I also should have remembered that her job sucks and that she is holding onto her last slice of dignity like she was the fat kid at camp trying to avoid the swimming pool. Naturally, my head was a fuzz of embarrassment and if my ears had been built differently, they would have flopped right down like my puppy’s’ when she’s done something wrong.

Big deal, right? We all have our little blow ups. The problem is, I’ve been walking around down there on the ground, talking the talk of a little Yoda. About how we should all become farmers because “what everyone does with their days is ridiculous and materialistic.” But, at about 6.15 am this morning I realized just who it was that I’d been disrespecting with my vomit of system slandering beliefs.

The truth is, the system is in place and security guards and librarians are holed up and living it and struggling to survive in it. So, I’ve decided to try and not blow up the system. Sure we need some revolutionary change, but will that happened by my sullied, grumbling sword? Who knows? What I do know is that I’m sorry. I did not mean to take apart peoples lives. I was really just enjoying a moment of I told you so’s and got carried away with the idealistic notion of a world with no banks.

So 2010, here’s to you. May someone write a song about you with lyrics like; “Those were the days my friend, we thought they’d never end”. And if the rest of the world demands some smoke up its ass, I will gladly help you light one up and puff away for the sake of my human team.