July 4th (and other things I hate).

As I'm writing this, the sky is falling.

I pretty uniquely dislike fireworks - a disdain brought on by a single question: why do we light fireworks nationwide in the hottest, driest, and most fire-prone time of year? 

Because we're independent! We're no longer a colony! We wrote a constitution and stuck with it until it'll eat our country alive! 

If you're reading this blog and you know me from outside of SpaceHey, you'll have the general gist of my feelings toward the U.S. and its rampant imperialistic... tendencies. And, like a misbehaving dog or a sheltered, young repressed Christian boy, these violent tendencies are whisked away and swept under the bed. Because we're the greatest country/sweet angel/growing young man - and that's what men do!

July 4th as a celebration of independence is not something I hate - the 4th as a celebration of American jingoism and military might is. America should stand for freedom. Sadly, coming from a trodden and unrepresented class, I believe America has uniquely failed in her promises. 

Fireworks, despite hailing from China thousands of years ago, have come to succinctly wrap up the core of July 4th - loud, overplayed, and abrasive. Is it my autism talking? Probably.  

I don't want this blog to devolve into hateposting and me being a general debby downer, but I have a lot of hate to dispel. I guess I can go rapid fire to get it out of my body.

I hate the feel of cotton balls and corn starch (also probably my autism talking). I hate the Smashing Pumpkins. I hate the fact that most chairs have my knees uncomfortably high. I also hate the summer in general! Heat blows!

That should tide by over for a bit. Maybe I can write something upbeat tomorrow!