I remember why I hate DC

Sorry folks (all of the two of you out there who read my blog!) for the silence. I tried to update with the times and go with wordpress, but I'm 90 and it takes too long for me to learn something new. And, it has created a complete writing block for me, so when nothing else in my life seems to stay the same for a second, I need this blog. I've lived in DC for the third time starting the end of October. I have rearranged my room three times. I just put an office in my closet. I've tried several different budget apps on my phone, and today reverted back to pen and paper and cash and envelopes. Poor Kitty Cash. He can't even find his litter box. Again.

What is this constant need to rearrange and evolve all to get back to the same freaking place we started? Why even try to mingle with friends of new friends who all lived on the same floor at some nerdy dorky college and don't even ask you ONE question about yourself because they are too busy dropping names of Senators who happened to walk past them in the hall?Oh, of course DC isn't the exception. It is the same feeling I get when I spend a weekend in NYC trying to pretend that I know which hipster band is cool that day and who designed the pair of shoes my friend is wearing. Who am I kidding? Maybe I just need to go back to the farm that I remember my grandmother describing as where all the hard hard times happened, but evidently from the far away look in her eyes, these were above all, simple, sweet, coveted times.

I loathe pretentiousness. I loathe close-mindedness. I'm not sure which type of thinking is more of a turn off to me. Actually, come to think of it, when you get down to it, it is all the same. Everyone just lives in their own world with their own circle of everyone who behaves and looks just like them and you know what? They love it. WE love it. I, yes, I admit it. I love it. Whatever this "it" is is the same reason why right now I want to be lying in the back of a pick-up truck looking at the stars and sweating my ass off in the Mississippi heat. At least the person next to me would most likely be thinking the same thing as me-nothing at all.