cosmicbartender

I used to be in what was, quite frankly, an emotionally damaging relationship with a girl who claimed to be a throwback hippie. How anyone that combative and angry could constantly spout the slogan "peace and love" is an irony I could have done without.

I recently found an artifact from my parents: it was a peace medallion that one of them wore during the '70s. I can't tell whether it was my mother or father; I get the feeling it was Mom's.

So, why do I bring this up?

After my release from captivity, that symbol was something I took a very dim view of... I couldn't walk past a Kohl's shirt with that logo without growling at it. It's become such a cliche that even joking about it is hackneyed... but this thing I found, it's the real deal. This was on someone's neck *in the '60s and '70s*. It's not a reissue, it's not a novelty item.

I never thought I'd be the type to build associations like that, the way many people I knew do. I guess we all get surprised. This medallion has earned a place on my wall as exactly what it was meant to be: a symbol. Even though there is a person out there who touts it as a slogan and has no idea what it really means, there were and are people who did and do; and I have a piece of that which I can always look at and be reminded.

Gah... when did I get to be such a sap. When I started this account I swore to myself that I'd stay away from personal exposition. Eh, I guess I'll pay for it with a crappy day at the office or something; how's that work for you, Karma Police?

Anyway; there's my sensitive rap for the night. Hope you liked it.

-CB