Angering Thought

What the hell do I care if someone’s purple, prays to lampshades or puts cheese in their ass? That’s their problem. I’ve got mine. How did this world ever get to where we are- where people are dying, daily by the thousands, for such things as the color of their skin, the teachings of their religion, the way they drive. It is insane. I sit in bars and converse with people that are real and decent, no matter the skeletons they feel obligated to lock away, yet when I turn on the television I am bombarded with stupidity and idiots running the world and terrorizing my neighborhood mall. It is amazing how readily people will believe what they are told about themselves. Didn’t anyone learn from Public Enemy? Don’t believe the hype. There aint nothing cool about being an idiot, no matter how many albums you sell (sorry Flav). Talk right. Stand up straight. And the next time you see someone face down in the gutter at least call him a cab before you steal his wallet.

Humbling Thought

I thought that I had made it, relatively speaking of course. There in search engines across the internet was my name. There was me being me. There was a paper written on me and one of my stories for someone’s college course. There were various blogs and quotes featuring my work. I thought that I had made it. I got cocky. I stopped looking up just my name (ego search- like you don't do it) and started looking up what I wanted the world to see me as; a prolific writer of all genres. I looked up "Whit Honea" and "poet", and instead of receiving a list of my published poems I was greeted with a screen asking me "did you mean 'what honeypot' ? "Yes. Apparently I did.