First couple days working as a canvasser for an environmental group are not going so great. I keep getting put in a rural, conservative town in western mass. It’s been frustrating in that ive memorized what I’m supposed to, am friendly and nice but I don’t feel like I’m getting anywhere. Most people have it set in their minds that they don’t want to her you by the time you even say ‘hello.’
If nothing else I’ve learned a lot about people in the past couple days. Wealthy people rarely give money. Subaru’s in the driveway are usually a good sign. Also people who might not be anything polite to you in a store or on the streets can be total assholes. As soon as they see you walking up to their doors, most of the time they’ll treat you like less than the dirt on their shoe. I got yelled at, told to get off peoples property and had dogs set on me. In whose universe is that acceptable?
Reading A People’s History of the United States is making me feel so disillusioned about U.S. History and everything I’ve been taught about it in high school and college. But it’s supposed to.
Most of our wars were only fought for economic reasons and to stave off class warfare in the U.S., even the revolutionary war, which served a huge purpose in uniting the lower classes against a common enemy (instead of the wealthy elites) and from joining slaves in revolt. The civil war was mostly the same.
Most of the good things done in the 20th century (ie the new deal and desegregation of the military) were only done to placate the masses, for economic reasons or to challenge international criticism, not because politicians actually, you know, cared about people.
going through the list of birthdays for the rest of the summer on facebook and so many people i know are turning 21 and 22. most people who worked at camp my first couple summers are now in their mid-late 20’s. some are married and engaged. some have babies.
i feel old. and nostalgic. i’m excited to be 21 in a few weeks and i lovelovelove where i’m at in my life right now. but sometimes i’d give almost anything to be 17 and working at camp with all the same people again.
i also get worried that this longing to be back in the pacific northwest that exists in the back of my head will never stop, unless i move back some day. but what happens if i don’t? if i stay on the east coast forever - will i ever feel completely whole and happy if i’m not surrounded by forests, rivers, mountains and the memories of growing and having adventures in all these places?
mara and i expanded our grocery shopping horizons beyond trader joes the other day. it was pretty thrilling.
also if you need an adrenaline rush, acquire a cat sometime during your relationship. you will get a great rush when the beast chases you around the apartment trying to bite your ankles. but also you will love it to death and try to be the ‘cat mom’ and use ‘cat mom’ tricks like sitting on it to teach it how to behave. and maybe your gf will think it’s adorable.