Peanuts not included.

Airports.
The most interesting place to watch people, who all seem to be on some dire mission. I wonder who is running away from situations, and what they might be hiding.
It's so busy...and tends to inflict paranoia.
I find myself profiling, clinging onto my two carry-ons for dear life, danger and likeliness of a bomb being burried in my small 'fits in the overhead compartment' bag. Guised as being far too real to deal with.
I attempt escape.

My overactive imagination finds me in an overly sunny, safe, and dry Heathrow--at tea time. The multitude of accents surrounding me, unfortunately, encourages this act.
It's just people watching best when combined with Earl Grey and a crazy lemon pastry (no relation to the party)--which I feel compelled to consume, on account of the familial gesture.

How do blind people have style?
Very shallow, I know--but thats what happens when in an airport for an extended amount of time, thanks to a delayed flight.
I've come up with theories:
1. The individual's taste in music. Now this concerns teenagers, mainly--and can be explained if one likes Fiddy; causing a 'hip-hop' style. ICP? Think dark, velcro with straps--and red stitching. Or maybe the person likes some crazy awesome band, like...oh I don't know, the format. In this said blind (but wicked music tasted) person's case, their fanastic taste in music crosses over into wardrobe, and any faux pas is non-existant may
2. Crazy maternal/paternal likings, which could find the person in polo's and khakis--or crazy tie-dye with jeans. (The latter would be much more interesting, and personality filled)
Haha, khakis--what a word!
3. Textures. Now this can be interesting. Whatever that individual likes to feel is worn.
Oooh. I can take that statement to mad levels...but I will refrain.

Thanks for listening reader, my flight is finally here.

Be thankful--and lets hope it doesn't crash!

A Retort, and Rambling (In no particular order)

Hope.
That's what we've been hooked on,
a hope our country has not seen since the 1960's...
It's unfortunate that we've been dealt so many horrible hands, and the idea of something good without fine print is just not even in our vocabulary--
it registers as ludicrous, even absurd that we could deserve something of worth.
It's unfortunate we are able to look at true garbage, being swayed and misinformed to the point of whole-heartedly fooling ourselves into scared submission

Without question or complaint.

We deserve something good--
Something truthful
Something of valor.

We DO have power, and ARE intelligent creatures-
Created to question, doubt, and be informed to full capacity.

Lets use that intelligence
Question completely, because that is the reason we are so loved
Grab your grain of salt, and take a little time out to discuss:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_E4N5YIycI