Sunny Days

There is that type of person that sees children playing in the schoolyard on a sunny day, who takes it all in and thinks that life is mostly beautiful, even if it isn’t all of the time. And there is the type of person who can see the same thing and think about how the children, if they are like children, are presently treating each other terribly, developing psychological complexes which they will be dealing with for the rest of their lives, while the teachers, who have all given up on any hope or enthusiasm for their vocation, watch on, hoping to god no kid hurts themselves or gets into trouble in such a way that they’ll have to be dealing with angry parents with unreasonable expectations for educators they only treat like babysitters when they drop their kids off in military sized suburban tanks they thought were necessary to deploy a couple of tiny children to school, and then drive off into the workday pumping enough carbon dioxide into the air that the beautiful sun rays shining down on us never have to leave, but could bounce around the atmosphere like overstayed houseguests until every corner of our blue earth can smell like sweaty balls for all they care; but also, despite these thoughts, think that yeah, the day’s not half bad, I’mma go drink in the park. And those are my kind of people.