The American Irony

Our country is viewed by others to be extremely proud. And, I suppose this is true, but not without good reason. Since we managed to defeat the British in the Revolutionary War against the odds or whatever. (I was not very attentive in American history)And since then, we've been kind of awesome in combat, if I'm right. (I hope I am, lol.)

But, one of the greatest ironies is that with America being one of the countries where most everybody can have food and stuff, people are starving themselves and vomiting. Now, I'm tired, so I'm writing in a very sterile way, please don't think I'm uncaring... But it is a huge irony. If you didn't have the option of food everyday, you probably wouldn't have an ED.

And this moves on to how the media shows people. I remember an episode of Family Guy where Peter goes to visit his father in Ireland. While in a drunken stupor, his father asked why he wasn't attractive, like most Americans. I thought of this before I started this post. Because if people from other countries think all Americans are supposed to be beautiful, and so many girls have low self-esteem.

Like, seriously, 90% of the girls I know hate themselves, or, more, their physical appearance.

I was just thinking about this. I find it ironic. Saddeningly so.

Today my friend and I walked around the cemetery about a mile away from our houses

We brushed off stones covered in grass, and put rocks on the tombstone of a 20-year-old boy. Afterwards, we saw the heart-shaped grave of a fifteen-year-old girl with her picture attached. Her mother was buried next to her. We also saw the minute grave of an infant, marked only with the letter A on the top. Not to mention, a masoluem from 1892, with it’s door wide open, the wrought-iron bars letting us see inside. Few things have been more…queerly terrifying in my life. We stayed there a half an hour, and saw so many sites with just markers and dirt. I just kept thinking “zombie” as we stood by those sites, then reprimanding myself for such disrespect. There’s no point to this, but I think these people would’ve been happy we remembered them when the rest of the world has forgotten.

But, I’m just thinking of that boy and girl. I want to know their stories. I want to know them. I want to avoid an early grave.