Systems

As of late, I've been toying with ideas of systems, about why things, all things, are the way that they are. Who said such things must be that way?

It seems-no-it is fact that there are norms. In every section and sub-section of this world there are standards, and with that there are also exceptions. The current standards, the current systems...who made them? And why should I adhere to them?

I dont mean to bring up moral or ethical standards, really. I wish to question more the systems of thought our society has been built on and is now trying to abide by, to coexist with.

I feel these systems are, in many ways, doing more harm than good-always telling us we are not right, are not the norm, always pushing us, herding us to be a certain way. Well what if I don't want to be that way? What if I don't fit into your standard and don't want to follow your system?

Maybe I'll just make a new one.
Who says I cant?

more to come...

Oak and Phoenix Feathers

Life completed. 

Harry Potter exhibit happening in T minus 75 minutes. 

Location: Times Square.

I die. 

Today is the day

I find it funny that I live on Third Avenue, the street with literally the largest number of bars per square something in the entire world, and yet somehow I cannot find a job. Somehow I get anxious when I walk into a cafe or a coffee shop. Decide I'm not cool enough, not indie enough, not enough of a hipster to serve the other cool, indie, hipster kids their chai somethings or another. I walk out with the promise of coming back the next day and slamming my pretty sweet resume right down on the counter and demanding they give me a job-I never do. Well, New York City, today is the day. Today is the day I tip my hat to all the latte sipping and become a latte server. Cheers!