Seeing Beauty in Everything...what a ripoff.
I used to pride myself in my ability to see beauty in everything and everyone. I thought it was some sort of cool virtue. As it turns out, it was nothing more than making lemonaid out of lemmons. Or perhaps more accurate making chicken salad from chicken poop.
That was my new realization about life that occured just a few minutes ago at the wallyworld a'la Christal Coast. Blame it on the water, blame it on the sun, blame it on the small gene pool, but this place is dying all around. Not the buildings, businesses, condo's and cars, its the people, the local folk that make up the place I call home. The major population comming into this place is retired folks. The only fresh source of genetic material is Cherry Point Naval Air Station, and if they are marrying the local kind, they aren't sticking around.
Even the geography, I truly love, on second look with eyes that have seen a little more of the world is a touch rugged and a bit ragged around the edges.
It made the place seem a little smaller and a little lonelier, even with an exploding population of Yankie geriatrics.
Oddly enough, I think it made me love it a little more.
