Staking Claim and Making Waves

Well, world, you certainly aren't looking any better today. I have committed myself to my social media fast, which means maybe 1 or 2 people MAY have come to view my diatribes, but I doubt it. I am the half-assed writer, the writer who leaves a stew of musings stuck up in my head, mostly because none of you care that much to have me vomit it out in the waves it comes into my brain, drowning out reality, suffocating possibility. A friend of mine from work yesterday expressed a kind of alarm that has been stewing below my own surface, sometimes verbally manifested in my "we need to get the fuck out of here" monologues. His urgency was something I found a bit alarming, given he is one of the most rational and intelligent people I have come to know, though I have always wondered why he would stay in Denver. There's a definite lack of diversity, a missing culture of sorts, wrapped up and tangled into nothing more complex than yes, the fucking Broncos. It is the one qualifier here that seems to garner respect from strangers--say you like football (and especially the Broncos) and you are automatically good ...