the illusion of cages

I was walking towards my house after just disembarking from the lovely 38 limited bus. I approached the corner of Post and Filmore when I was halted by a red light. The sun was shining, birds were jibber jabbering in Tweet, and there was not a car to be seen for what could have been 1000 miles. I held firm and did not cross the empty street, knowing i must wait for the green light, so says mommy and the law. and it hit me, Why the Hell is this red circle that is suspended ten feet in the air dictating what i can do? Why do i go into paralysis at the site of a red dot when my better judgement and natural Do This Now instincts scream to act? It hit me, yes i was hit twice, didnt think to block, im a slow learner...anyway...there is an Illusion of Cages. We all trap ourselves within them. But unlike a Mime, we dont know it is there, we do not joyously pretend to feel the edges of the cage and make frowney faces to express our dismay over being stuck, nope, we blindly sit within them. The funny thing? We can step right out. So you know what? i did. Do you really want to know? I CROSSED THAT MOTHA FUCKING STREET AND YES ON A RED LIGHT. bold? not at all, thats hardly exciting. but its a meataphor, oops, a metaphor even! for all other mental/social/political/insert other adjecetive verb noun whatever blocks we place upon ourselves. make a choice for Yourself. live for your own good. you feel something, act upon it. you want to get that job at Sony? march your ass in there and kick someone in the face as you ask "wheres the CEO i got a resume for him, or her! women in the workplace *thumbs up*." you want to dance in the street? toss that back pack aside and drop and give me a six step to airbaby. you want to cross the street on a redlight. DO IT. hell want to kill a man? DO IT. there are truly no limits to what we humans can do. forget the concepts and ideas we have held onto for so long in regards to what is "right." it is all right. allright? allright.

i have more to say. i have more to detail. this was a small moment of my day of about 8 days ago.

ill give run downs of my life through this thing. it gives me a chance to hone free writing skills. and ive always wanted to keep a journal, ever since Doug, what a pansy that doug, no? "dear journal, i still like patty, i still where underwear over my shorts in my fantasies, my best friend is the color blue" to each their own right? Right! i see youve learned the lesson of the day. gold star.

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