So, you wanna live the American Dream? Work hard at your 9-5 job, have 2 kids (a boy and a girl exactly 2 years apart), live in the safe suburbs, with a nice house and 2 cars… Maybe have a family dog (a Golden Lab) named Rex. Cut your lawn every Saturday morning at 10am, get home from work each day at exactly 5:30 on the nose. Dinner is served at 6 every fucking night without fail. Let’s not forget the annual family vacation… Somewhere nice like Florida or Hawaii. That sound about right?!
Excuse me while I throw up!
This American Dream notion… In all of it’s predictable safe and sheltered like glory, scares the living fuck out of me!! I don’t want the American Dream, I don’t believe in the American Dream, and I will be a very sad individual if I find myself inadvertantly chasing it!
I believe in reality… The reality that marriages break down, people divorce, break up… kids come from extended families… People get fired and laid off, and not everyone WANTS to work a 9 to 5 job Monday to Friday. Some days I don’t feel like having dinner, and when I do have dinner it’s never at the same time! I don’t cut my lawn every week and am so far from having a Green thumb that it’s laughable. I do believe in love… But living the American Dream is not what transpires from the kind of love that I believe in. The American Dream represents a boring and predictable existence that I don’t want any part of… I have my own dreams, that involve spirituality, personal growth, experience, and feeling ALIVE! What the fuck could I possibly learn from The American Dream?