through the eyes of a dreamer

its funny how things come and go. fads. i remember when i was little, how important some of the most insignificant things were to me: pogs. goosebumps. ninja turtles. big wheels. TGIF shows. pizza. light up shoes.

then we got a little older: mossimo. jnco. yoyo's. doc martin. taking the bus to school. xanga. giant cell phones to  tiny cell phones. curfew. 

now the current: blogging. shopping. decorating. pop culture. giant cell phones again. tight pants. being worldly. going green. computer music. 

i find myself thinking a lot about the past, present and future. about time. about space. about so many things that our tiny little brains cannot compute. i'd love to get some answers. i'd love to capture the first picture of a 'monster'. yeah i watch the shows like monsterquest and ghost hunters...but they all leave you with the same unsatisfied feeling of unknown. i'd love to meet an alien, ask them why the hell it took them so long to find me. it just doesn't make sense why we are all here...living the same life day to day to day. living with our fads. living with our humor, lies, love, dreams. what's it all for? when does it all end? what really happens when we die? are all our long lost loved ones waiting for us on the other side, or do we lay in the ground until our bones disintegrate?

i guess this next story kind of relates to this post...if not, i don't care. its coming anyway.

at work the other day, my co-worker had a young man ask for his assistance in finding some denim. he was all sweaty and shaky (on some sort of something), and it was clear he didn't really get what was going on at that point in time. needless to say, after pacing the department empty handed, he ran off and bought nothing. a few days later, he was back. quiet this time, and if on anything...not the same thing as before. this time, he did purchase some clothes from the co-worker. at the end of the transaction, he asked him "do you believe in aliens?" my co-worker handed him his newly purchased garments and replied "i don't know what you're talking about." the dazed fellow left again. finally, a few days later...he's back. well dressed. clean look. fresh. buys several more garments and takes off, without the weird questions or shaking. either the aliens got to him or he just quit using drugs. either way, he sure did provide a great laugh for a few days.