Last Fourth of July, Mike and I went to a huge party his sister threw at her house. She handed me a cup of Pink Sangria seconds after I walked in the door, and halfway through it I was already buzzed. We played beer pong, watched fireworks the guys set off in the backyard, and he gave me hundreds of kisses. I remember thinking it was really cool that Britt had filled a couple of blowup kiddie pools with ice and beer.
This year, I’m legally old enough to drink, but I didn’t buy my own beer. I don’t even really care about drinking. I’ve actually started to wonder whether people are actually celebrating our country’s independence, or if they’re just celebrating fireworks and booze. I’ve never really thought about just how much we’ve been taking this day for granted.
I saw someone joke on Twitter that we’re celebrating a country with a massive oil spill today. It was one of those Top Tweets and I don’t remember who it was that said it, but really?! I am in no way downsizing the spill, but that’s not all our country is. Yes, we shouldn’t have been allowing underwater drilling in the first place, but the mistakes that a company made should not reflect our country as a whole. Yes, we are industrial and material, and we don’t always make the best decisions, but I think America is still a pretty damn good place to live, considering I can have a blog, say whatever I want, and not worry about waking up with federal agents standing over me. I can start my own business, be in control of my own money, and live my life the way I want. No one tells me how I should dress, speak, or act. I can make my own decisions, travel without (much) hassle, and I can say the President sucks (although right now I don’t know how I feel about Obama; I think he’s doing the best he can and I’m honestly not sure if he could do better or worse).
Our economy isn’t great, but it’s a cyclical thing and will improve. We just have to stand united, and we have to be proud of our country and our forefathers. Otherwise, what’s the point?
