You Are What You Hate

America is a crazy crazy place. I don't know if I have a right opinion about it. I guess, I am constantly in a battle to defend it to myself. I constantly say "I hate america" knowing that I shouldn't. I should love the freedom of religion, the smell of fresh cut grass, and the kids with lap tops. I should be thankful for the copious amounts of shopping malls, filled with tags in the t-shirts from places like Bangladesh. Wonder who made it? I wonder how old they were? I should love the american people with their SUVs, the attitudes that say, "cell phone conversations are more important than the stupid kid behind the counter." A place that prides itself in being the richest nation on the earth; and yet, we still have people who freeze to death from lack of a warm place to sleep. A place that defines my life by what the ad campaigns say, "Diamonds = Love". A love that cost millions their lives and limbs. america that says, "we would help you, but what do you have to offer us?" Man, I wish I could love this place. I feel like I don't even like it enough to want to change it. There is so much negativity about this place; it's ironic. "Fast food generation, imperialism, capitalism, %50 of marriages end in divorce, tyrant, exploitation, materialistic" these are all things that have been used to describe america. But with all this, I am american. I will always be...kind of. What am I going to do with it? I have no idea. So....the moral is, you are what you hate.