Politics
Well here goes nothing...
Democrats across the United States are split as to who they are supporting. The two candidates sling back and forth all the time, challenge each other, and sometimes get downright nasty. Instead of lifting up that they are both changing history, they fight with each other like squabbling children. (This isn't to say that I don't have my own bias for one over the other.) Since when has political mud-slinging become appropriate? I guess I just don't understand why people would even respond do one anothers child like behavior.
America has taken on attributes of believing that we are a chosen people. That God protects us, and that we are in the land of milk and honey.
Are you kidding me? Since when has this land racked with dissension, violence, and self-centered behavior become the perfect ideal golden land? Did we win the golden ticket? If so, when was this contest, because I'm sure there are countries who handle corruption much better then we do. It seems that we have adopted this image, and have since then started naval gazing. We no longer look out broader, helping our fellow human beings, but we decide everyone should be like us,
I mean c'mon we are like amazing right? This whole ideal of perfectionism has infected our presidential candidates. They are so focused on making sure they are represented perfectly, that they go and respond to things that are completely fabricated.
Who freaking cares if you wore African garb? You were visiting Africa, you should be wearing the traditional garb, you were presented with it! Besides Hillary wears roach clothing everyday, and you don't see her apologizing to the insects for insulting their very existence.Alright, so by this point you have most likely figured out who I support.
Unfortunately myself is not a choice, because I'm like amazing right? Ugh, darn I slipped into my American thinking again. But yes, I support Obama. And I support him for several reasons. He hardly ever starts the mud-slinging. Although I don't really agree with attacking back, but hey, you can only put up with so much roach poop till you call an exterminator.
Obama has stepped up his faith based advocating. Which is beneficial, since McCain can't keep the evangelicals at the moment, and they need to vote for someone. Obama also has history with faith based organizing, he knows what works, he's sat in low wage homes before, he's willing to move out of his comfort zone. Hillary on the other hand, just hangs out with the roaches,
doesn't take much effort for her though, I mean her husband is King of the Scuzzy. It's really too bad that Hillary is so focused on just herself, otherwise, she might have actually benefited NY state, and I may have considered voting for her. My feminist self however, is disgusted by her actions, and therefore will not vote for someone who will use their cheating husband as a way to move up the political pole.
To conclude, I guess people just can't get out of their human sinfulness.
Even in this post I mud slung, and I'm not even a political candidate. So let's grasp for the golden ticket, and get the heck out of this war already!
Labels: america, me, mudslinging, Obama, politics
It gets so hard to walk away...
from you. I think I can do it, then you drag me right back with sweet talk. I did stand up for myself though. I told you how I feel, I told you how you affected me. You say that you care for me deeply. Do you know what that does to me? My heart leapt when you said that. You mean a ton to me. I've shared so much with you. Don't hurt me again. And I know you can't promise that, but I need you to at least care about me enough to set things straight with her. I can't promise you that I will be around and willing to wait for long. There are other guys that want to date me, and I let you know that I did go out with a few of them. I won't turn down their advances the next time. I deserve someone that truly will treat me like I am the world to them. Make me your world, and you will surely be mine, hell you already are. I think about you all the time, I can't get you out of my head. I try hard, I try to push you away, I try to make myself hate you, but I can't. Don't play me, it's not fair, not after all I have been through.
*sigh* Sorry for that, I just needed to get it out here. I told him all that mostly, but sometimes it's hard to share things with him. I know acting out my history isn't helpful to our relationship, but I can't not shut down when someone that I care about seems like they are leaving me. It's why I shut out Steven, it was easier that way. I am still mourning that relationship.
Alright, as for the rest of life...things are going pretty well. Jesse went off to SUNY Maritime last week. CPE is going well, stressful and forming, but well. I can't wait for the new harry potter stuff. (I know, I'm a dork.)
I think that's about it for now. I will try to post a more significant post sometime in the future. I need to finish reading some theology books and then I will post some new insights into religion.
Peace.
Labels: CPE, feelings, him, Jesse, me, my little girl, relationship, theology
Graduation, thoughts, and musings on completions...
My brother graduated. My baby brother graduated high school. Sachem North High School to be exact. I could not be prouder of him. :)
Funny how just being someplace makes you strike up old memories of places you thought you left behind. As I was walking over the field between South (or now the building called Samoset) to North, I remembered all the times I had played lacrosse on those fields, all the miles I had run for gym and track on burmer road, all the days that I spent thinking about science projects as I trecked to the North Gym to prepare for Winter Track. How life seemed so complicated then, and how it seems like it was so simple while reflecting back on it. Then I remembered how good it is to be rid of that place forever. I never really had a problem leaving high school, I never felt right in my skin during those years. I wasn't proud of who I was, or what I looked like to be exact. I especially was overly conscious of this fact, because it seemed like everyone else had already had a boyfriend or at the very least had kissed a boy. I hadn't done any of those things, I was shy, I was polite, and I surely wasn't a cheerleader. I did well in my classes, stayed quiet, and didn't get overly socially involved with anyone. My, have things changed.
I am self-confident now. I am proud of who I am, and I have found my niche in the world. I dont' care how many boys I've kissed, they were just boys, and some not really worth my time. I know what I want out of the world, I know what I am suppossed to be doing, and that is an awesome feeling. And that feeling didnt come from HS experiences, instead it came from growing up, from spreading my wings on my own, from failing, picking myself back up, and moving on to create something great. To create myself in that rebirth, to make up my own decisions, and not worry about what someone else thinks about what I am wearing or doing. I have a license to be myself, and I am damn glad.
This is what I hope for my brother. That he finds himself, and what is true for himself. I wish him all the luck in the world, and am here for all of the trips or falls on the way. He will do some awesome things I am sure of it.
As for other endings, I'm done with 'him'. I can't see myself with him, and I don't want to be with him anymore. I don't need his validation, and he surely doesn't treat me well enough to warrent any more attention. I'm happy with who I am, my independence, my compassion for others, and my pursuit of acheivement. Eventually, it would be nice to find the man I am meant to be with. Until then, I'll survive being me, and living my life to the fullest.
Labels: drama, highschool, Jesse, me, memories, school, thoughts, wishes
