Who Are the Joneses?

Who are the Joneses? I asked my parents, you know, the first time I heard them say it. "And why are you thinking I am trying to keep up with them?" The Joneses was actually, in my case "The Ennises". Ron , my neighbor had gotten a new trampoline and, of course, I wanted one. What kid wouldn't? Right? It looked fun and we wanted one too, my sister Melissa and I. That simple, No psychoanalysis, no deeper purpose, not trying to, and I quote "put on heirs." Easy. Innocent, and simple. Was it supposed to be some kind of lesson? I don'y know. I didn;t care. I just wanted to jump and jump and jump.

Today it is more along the lines of keeping up with "The Hiltons". Kids throwing fits over I Phones and Ipods and Ireallydontgetit. It is outrageous the amount of chihuahuas in death facilities (dog pounds) in Los Angelas right now. Why? Because Hollywood housewifes had to run out and by a Paris Hilton dog. Guess what ? Chihuahuas do not like kids. Thats a real bite in the ass, huh? Hollywood the dictator just "screwed the pooches".

It is sad though, our kids could never appreciate what we experienced as kids. Just as we could never truly appreciate our former generations experiences. I do not care about the Joneses or The Hiltons. I want to love those who love me. I want to love those who forgot to love themselves. But most importantly, I want us to all learn to love ourselves. Then we can truly love others.