pyromania

for the past few days, meredith and i were in florida with some of my family.
we were able to relax and just chill for a few days.
i got sick.
but i am feeling better.

as we sat and watched fireworks on friday, i thought of a few things:

- i really do not like loud noises...i am certain that hell is full of popping balloons.
- rocks and shells do not make for comfortable seating.
- i love my family.
- i love diversity.
and finally...
- our country has really weird traditions.

as i watched miniature bombs exploding i realized that no one talks during fireworks. here we all sit, decked out in our red, white and blue...and we stare...and stare...and stare. we adjust our necks for a brief second and then...stare.

if aliens were to invade our planet and watch our country on the 4th of july, they would realize how easy it would be to overtake us.

"this is what they do? they just stare at explosions? oh...this is good....real good."

and all of that to celebrate freedom? i mean that is how we choose to celebrate our freedom? by watching fireworks?

i may be the only one, but it seems odd.

peace.