Ready for a change

I did like my English class after all. I loved being encouraged to develop my writing abilities, and to articulate my thoughts. I remember in Mr. Miazga's 9th grade English class him discussing dynamic characters as being changed to great degree from their initial vantage point. I remember that character being the most interesting in the book. The static character was so far from me, so I decided when it was time to change I would indeed change.
And now, as I sit here, my whole body itches because as a snake, I am again indeed shedding an old layer of self. I am ready to let go of so much sometimes I can feel myself mentally purging. I wonder if others feel the need to let go and move on like I do.
This world is a funny place, one where corruption is common. So as I purge my old thoughts and desires, I see the futility of expending energy in certain avenues I once deemed "inspirational." How do I do that? I remember the last time I shed my old self, I dropped men--hard. I dropped music hard. I dropped materialism, and narcissism (somewhat). And now I am dropping the common view of the course of American living. I am a commoner I suppose. Simplicity is taking shape and form. It was once an ooblong, obtrusive form and is slowly molding into a softer, rounded shape. It is solidifying like the molding of clay. I am as a ceramic piece, waiting to be formed. Is it possible to grow up and drop the dead skin of youth and the falsehoods of men? Is it possible for the newer me to shine and thrive in the corrupted system? Only time will tell. :) And all I can do is continue to shed this old me.

The next time you see me you might not notice immediately, but I know you will see if you stay long enough...

Until my next tirade!
-L.K.