Today while running errands, I drove past a man on the street wearing a shirt that said “All Hope is Lost”. My first reaction was sadness. Because if there are people out there with no hope, something bad is bound to happen. Then I realized I am probably just old. I bet it is a band or something. I am just not hip enough to know about it. I wonder if all those past years when I thought I was so cutting edge are back to haunt me, middle aged, married, mom of two? In my youth, I did seek to provoke, thoughts at least, with my industrial music t-shirts for bands like Skinny Puppy, The Revolting Cocks, and Meat Beat Manifesto. Now with kids of my own, I imagine I’d be horrified if they wore sporting something of the sort. So if there is a band out there called All Hope is Lost, I am sorry, but I wouldn’t listen to you. Perhaps this is close minded. As I’ve gotten older I can’t waste my time with depressing music. It’s why I don’t watch horror movies anymore or read scary books. I’m about to give up on the news, it is so negative. I am certainly more selective with the short amount of time I have here on earth to spend. I choose to spend it wisely on things that make me happy. I have great amounts of hope for the world. When you have kids you are definitely hoping for a wonderful future for them. In the midst of this “Disaster in the Gulf” news coverage, I am hoping for a positive bent to the story, somehow we will recover and move on. Yes, it is horrible and will be for some time, but it is not the end of the world, so let’s talk about “Recovery in the Gulf”. So many people are so negative about so many things, I want a positive aspect instead. You could never make me lose my hope, but possibly this is because I have faith.