Feelings... Compiled

The following writing has been the results of a half hour vent session one night. There are no intentions on hurting any one but rather reminiscing of the good. Enjoy if you must.
Ok so this is how I have been feeling for the past couple of weeks and I feel that it is some kind of enlightenment. Lately I have noticed how much time people waste in trivial arguments or immature drama and I have grown to realize how much it is unnecessary. So many people spend the majority of their free time making obsolete comments to others just to get a reaction that will start a useless conversation. Some girls talk about guys and most guys argue about football but why? What advantage comes from sitting around disputing why the coach called that play? It will be over in a week. What does it matter that a guy said he wanted to go home this weekend instead of spending it with the girl down the hall? He should be allowed to do that. I am amazed at how even though we are adults and we are in a college real-world situation too many people get caught in high/middle school drama.
Due to being away from home for so long I have come to realize that there are so many little things in life that people take for granted. For example I have compiled a list of the little things at home that I miss. I miss walking in the door and guessing what mom is cooking… getting in stupid little fights with Shelby even when she knows she is wrong… driving over to grandmas house just to have a chat… the smell and feel of grandma Gail’s suede jacket after she walks into the country club for Christmas dinner… the various creeks and noises our house makes when you walk on the old hardwood floors… going to work after school or waking up early to get some extra hours in at the greenhouse… Mrs. Hurt in the mornings… waiting in line to get out of the parking lot… the seemingly endless nights of pizza, wings, bonfires, diet coke and mentos… the summer league lacrosse and watching my big goalie take one all the way… the crickets on those same summers nights… sitting on the front porch with dad watching a night time storm roll in… the distinctive slam of the garage door and being able to hear it form my room… the occasional but sometimes frequent bright red cardinal that would perch on the hemlock soldiers as they stood guard over the back yard… the spent with Taylor in her room or mine when we couldn’t sleep… the clean up days, fourth celebrations, clambakes, and noise debates… the closed causeway, the leaning fences and the island on fire… day long trips into the Amazon and the dinner bell call home… the summer house cookouts…being relied on to help get the boat into the water…the family lying around during one cool evening and having to listen to dad call yahtzee numerous times followed by the same maniacal laugh. I was considering putting these things into the song but these favorite things of mine had no rhyme or reason to why they are here. This list is definitely incomplete and is continued indefinitely in my mind.