I've come to embrace my crazy. It's not such a bad thing. It's what makes me who I am. With that said, there are questions that I sometimes obsess over. Reasons I have trouble sleeping. Such as, why is karma referred to as a bitch? Or when did we as a society become so judgmental? Was it a moment? A series of events that led us here?
Why does the media crucify certain people and relieve others of any responsibility? Who chooses?
Why do I get upgraded on 1 hour flights, but have to "suffer" in coach on 5 hour flights? Why do I ALWAYS have to pee as soon as we push off from the gate? Did my bladder not get the memo?
Why do good guys finish last?
Where did I learn to expect that I would one day be "taken care of"? Disney? Cosmopolitan magazine?
What is the fascination with the Kardashians?
Why don't we celebrate intelligence more often?
How is it possible that at 18 you are able to choose local, state and national leaders that form and execute legislation that affect your rights, yet you can't legally choose to drink a glass of wine until 21? WTF?
Why are there so many warning labels on products that any person with half a brain should already know? Why do attorneys seek out the lack of warning labels on products? Oh that's right....I know that one. Money.
Why is mental illness not given the same medical benefits as physical illness?
How come Fannie Mae and other corrupt financial institutions get a pass, but those with outrageous student loans don't?
Will my kids be okay? Will they resent me for having a career?
Does my family eat too many GMOs? What really is a GMO? Why don't we, as Americans, question our food sources more? And why are fast food chains still in business?
Why are kids so cruel? And why is it a given?
Why does bottled water taste SO much better than tap?
Why is change so scary?
When will my brain shut off? Will my husband survive my craziness? Insert sigh here.
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