Frequent Updates Are Easier Said Than Done

Sorry folks, but this'll be a short one. I'm quite tired, I have reading to do, and I'd like to be well rested for tomorrow as it is a very important day for most young American adults. Can you guess what it is? Well if you can't, tomorrow marks the beginning of my 21st year of existence on this here blue and green rock, at least the 21st year of this lifetime. Big deal right? Eh, not really. At least not here. I've had three beers since landing in Kathmandu. In Nepal, the drinking age is as nonexistent as the traffic laws. If you can pay, you can play. In my humble opinion, that is a pretty good system. But the hypocrisy and ludicrousness of American drinking laws isn't my problem anymore...cause I'm 21 bitches! Now what do I have to look forward to? 25 so I can run for Congress? 30 for the Senate? 35 for the presidency? While they might give my future birthdays some more purpose, I have no intention of joining the clusterfuck that is the American political system. Gandhi said we should be the change we wish to see in the world, but Gandhi never saw a modern American election cycle. Sorry that this post is so rife with cynicism. But isn't that normal? Aren't we supposed to abandon our dreams and aspirations, our individuality, the naive hopefulness of youth, and embrace instead the morbid outlook of the post-post-modern that has become so conflated with maturity as to be understood as one and the same. At least let me apologize for the fact that this post has nothing to do with Nepal and relates virtually no information to you about the phantasmagoria in which I am whirling about. All in due time, I promise. In the meantime, I'm sure as hell not getting any younger, so I should better start making the most of this most precious human life.

- The Frequency is Courage,
Doug B.