Mr. Scotty

                I don’t know what it’s called, but I think I have it. It’s more of a subtle, subconscious thing. A fear of success. That’s the best way to describe it. It’s not that I don’t want to succeed, more that I won’t know how to react when I do. The thing is, I have my bad days. Times when life seems much more difficult than it should be. Times when I wish I could afford to go out and get everything that my family needs all at once. That’s not always the case. Sometimes we struggle.                 It is during those times that I come up with my greatest ideas. Ideas that, if brought to fruition, would end the struggle. Ideas that could provide the means necessary to give them not only everything they need, but also all the things that they want. We have a home, clothes on our backs and food on the table. Much of it comes wi...

                I am not really a people person. At least, that’s what I say. I think the issue isn’t so much that I don’t like people, rather, I am more disappointed with people. Especially those that seem to make up the majority of this great country that I call home. This society has its priorities mixed up. Instead of turning on the news and seeing world events, watching the revolutions take place in other countries where people who are genuinely oppressed are fighting for the same rights we take for granted, we see that Miley Cyrus is acting like a whore in front of millions of people or Justin Bieber was street racing in a Lamborghini while drunk. I, for one, am sick and tired of hearing about these idiots. The major issue is that “our” media perpetuates these behaviors by constantly reporting on them. They simply want the attention, good or bad. And as long as someone with a camera is willing to broadc...