I can hear them...

I am 23 floors up and two (or three?) blocks away from the center of the rally yet I can hear demonstrators down in the street chanting their "Gloria Resign" piece. Not surprisingly, I still don't give a damn.

I am preoccupied more with thoughts of how I can work with my limited budget and begin my independence next month. So much to spend for and very little to spend with.

I'm also trying, with very little success, to quell this feeling of being trapped. My days are filled with my day job and with the usual (and now minimal) interpersonal interactions. Make that, my weekdays. Weekends are spent dealing with responsibilities passed on to me. On one hand I dont mind because it is after all, only right and appropriate that I deal with it. On the other, I resent and reject it because it limits me to something I would rather not do. While deep inside I resist, I cannot find it me to fully turn away from it, because it is to some extent, unspeakable to do so.

Like always, I stick to following what I am inherently drawn to do. Grin and bear it. I cannot after all, look back and find that I was so selfish, I refused to help out.