What I See

I am convienently placed on the southwest corner of the loop around the lake in Echo Park. It's the perfect spot, because I can watch people pass by and watch the sun set and rise over this little patch of metro bliss. Yes, people trash it and occasionally I have been witness to some not so nice gatherings held here; but it's my favorite spot. The greatest part about it though is that the spot chose me, true blessings from above.

On this particular morning however, the sun rose as usual and the salty breeze helped welcome me to a new day. The only thing that was different was two people sitting in the bench next to me. Most of the time they don't notice me, but I surely notice them and it's delightful to hear their conversations. I don't mind, and they shouldn't either because it's not like I am going to say anything. I am just minding my own bussiness and watching the birds fly to and forth. If the conversation starts to get heated, then I will just give my attention to something else. We all need our privacy some days.

They were two young ladies, one was wearing a little plaid skirt, ripped leggings and some pleather (obviously fake) combat boots with a black tank top. Now it's just me but I do feel like it's time for a more classy fashion trend. The second girl was dressed more like me, natural colors and a sage green skirt that swayed with the wind. She was lovely, the other girl should really take some lessons from her. Oh wait! The pretty one is talking.

"Sometimes I hate hearing all the bullshit about the war and the economy...it's almost like we as a nation have it only plugged into our minds that bad news is good news. I mean, I know Bush wasn't the greatest president, but he was chosen to lead the country. People have only the people around them to blame and I think the sickest part is that we not only blame him but yet everyone else too...how about we blame ourselves. I blame myself for feeding into the media driven society and not presenting something worthwhile. I mean we've elected Obama and for once we have what posters say is our "hope", I just hope that he is hope. Words are great, but I want to see action. Don't you Amy?"

By this time the pretty one's face had a sour look on it and had her arms folded. The girl she called Amy really isn't talk talkitive because all she responded with was, "well, yeah". You would think for such a bold person she would have more to say on the subject, but I am just dust on the ground to them.