Saturday, July 20, 2019
The Minutes Pass :: Personal Narrative, Autobiographical Essay
The Minutes Pass I sit at a round desk for eight hours eight bucks an hour and doodle. The phone rings once or twice every few hours (if Iââ¬â¢m lucky, that is) and the population of people over 50 seems to rise by the minute. I sit with my legs crossed, sandal-less, wearing ââ¬Å"workâ⬠shoes and my ââ¬Å"workâ⬠smile. I enjoy the company I find myself in, even if it is a good book and a nice thought of myself at the beach. So I play tunes in my head, sing songs of glory under my breath, even snack on crackers when my stomach grumbles. Right now Iââ¬â¢ve got ââ¬Å"Riders on the Stormâ⬠playing along in my head Riders on the storm riders on the storm Into this world weââ¬â¢re born into this world weââ¬â¢re throw Itââ¬â¢s kinda funny, seeing as how among the massive song files the Doors have recorded, I usually find this one to tickle my fancy the least, though always hear it up on the radio, overplayed in time. I mean donââ¬â¢t get me wrong - great song, better than most - but as far as the Doors go, I find the song rather mundane. It has become accepted by the public, merely because itââ¬â¢s too far out of grasp for ordinary people to actually determine its true and logical meaning. Of course, theyââ¬â¢re all oblivious to this. Only true Americans, and maybe some Europeans, can come to some sort of conclusion within themselves about the truth in things of small importance. Europeans I say, because they live within their culture, see the past and their history. Most Americans on the other hand, live in the present, see only BIG and eat at McDonaldââ¬â¢s. I say ââ¬Å"Americansâ⬠because weââ¬â¢re the home of the free, the home of the brave, all that good stuff. Every other country looks up to us for one reason or another ââ¬â we are the Mother country. Only it takes a true American to actually comment on the facts that really come into play while living in an unmistakable society. I mean kids are still hungry, households are disrupted, yet thereââ¬â¢s a working world out there for us all. Jobs should be out there, and I think they may be.
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