Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Insert Fabricated Image Here.

   Image is everything, or that is what we are told from a very young age. Women are pressured to stay thin, trim, fit, blonde, classy, manicured---and subservient. That is the image of "woman" to many people in our so-called "modern" society. People don't seem to realize that women can be more disgusting, taller, more crude, more violent, or more productive than some of their male counterparts.

   Men are supposed to be tall, muscular, clean-cut, intelligent, thoughtful, and all executives or lawyers. Then there's the stereotype of the ruggedly handsome "manly-man" who is a construction worker or demolition dude, and his washboard abs ripple under the beads of sweat collected on a hot summer day. People don't seem to realize that most construction workers (or at least, the ones around here) are dirty bums with less teeth than a Jack O' Lantern and they all smell like poo-bars.

   But a lot of people care what their image says about them, so they carefully construct one to fit their needs, or more than likely, the needs of those around them. They never figure out their true identity, and they're constantly wandering about aimlessly, hoping and praying behind clenched teeth that no one will ever ask them, "So tell me about yourself."

   It's like Katie Holmes' character in the movie Abandon says, "My self is very objective and constantly changing."

   She's not the only one.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Dead Baby Jokes (Minus the Jokes)

   Abortion is a very heated topic in this country, and probably in many countries around the world. I'm not even sure what the rules are in various countries concerning abortion, and I don't much care to bother with it at the moment because other countries' rules don't affect me at the present time.

   Anyway, there have been a lot of news stories on Yahoo lately about women killing their children. Abusing them in various ways; locking them in closets and torturing them because they were hungry or fussy, and even a case in North Carolina where a 16-year-old girl killed her baby and then hid it in a broom closet, conveniently leaving that small detail out when she reported it to the police.

   Most conservative people's religious views will not allow them to even consider having an abortion, nor condoning a loved one or even an acquaintance to have one (sometimes no matter how drastic the circumstances may be). A lot of abortion clinics have been blown up over the years, and it still remains a huge issue in this country despite the verdict of Roe vs. Wade and many Democrats' attempts to keep a woman's choice her actual, legitimate own choice.

   For those of you who say you'd never have an abortion and can't condone them, I ask you to ponder this little question: what difference does it make if a woman aborts her baby or abuses it and then kills it after it's born? Not much of a difference, really, except in the first scenario, the fetus is not tortured before it exits this world. I think the world would be a better place if people would just be rid of their children before they ever even become children.

   Crime rates would be down. There would be less child abuses cases and probably less murder and theft. A lot of children who are abused at a young age grow up to become delinquints and then full-blown criminals. What if they had never been born to start with?

   It's worth thinking about the next time you want to say something nasty to the girl next door who slipped up and got pregnant but is making the responsible decision to abort the pregnancy before the baby grows up and she beats her kid into a life of crime.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Human Waste Management

   I don't mind following rules, as long as they apply to everyone. But as soon as rules are only for me, that's when I start to get pissed off and shoot my middle finger to whoever dares to enforce said "rules". That's the thought for the day.

   If you are going to speak your mind and fight injustice in your world, whether it's a high phone bill that you feel you shouldn't pay because the taxes are too damn high or food that sucks so you complain to the cashier at McDonald's, you are going to face some serious opposition. In this world, people want you to sit back and let them rape you right up the ass with a splintered two by four. Most sheep-like idiots are perfectly content with letting the world do this to them. Those of us who stand alone, who fight alone, and who roam the confines of this prison otherwise known as life---we know better.

   But no matter how much people try to bring you down, you have to fight for what you believe in. Even if you're the only person on the planet who thinks that you are correct, that's enough. Nobody else came out of the womb but you when you were born (unless you were a twin), and nobody will be buried with you in your coffin when you die (unless someone tries to rob your grave and then is caught and killed and tossed in your coffin to dispose of evidence). You have to live life for yourself.

   If the price you pay is being ostracized by everybody because you don't like being treated like shit at work or school, or you don't like how loud your neighbors blast their surround sound speakers through the wall to cover up the horrible animal-esque sounds of their be it. Someday, you will find someone, or maybe even several someones...a group of non-conformist someones...who will accept you for who you are, listen to your problems, and fight the good fight with you.

   So fight the good fight. Never give in.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

It's Almost That Time Again!

   Ahhh, yes. My favorite time of year (next to the beginning of summer). When the leaves begin to change, the weather gets slightly cooler to the point where jeans are more comfortable than shorts, and it's perfectly OK to grab a light jacket in the morning or later in the evening.

   I love fall. I hate winter, but I do love fall, spring, and summer. Fall ushers in one of my favorite holidays ever; my Christmas, aka Halloween. I fucking love Halloween. I always have, ever since I was a child. My father comes from religious crazy parents and he attempts to be fanatically God-stupid every now and then, so I wasn't allowed to trick-or-treat until my parents divorced. I wasn't allowed to even think about Halloween. But now I think about it all the time, even when it's not time for it to officially be here by the calendar on my wall.

   But the Spirit Halloween store is now officially open, and I've already started buying items there. I bought a studded headband the other week, and just this past weekend a life-size Freddy Krueger poster for my bedroom window. Although, I'm thinking I may just put it on the inside of my bathroom window since I don't have blinds there anymore. I'm not a fan of anyone watching me shower or wipe my ass.

   This is the perfect time of the year to buy makeup, earrings, and clothing that normally aren't sold for weirdos like me...and possibly you, since you are reading this, after all. And in about another month, nothing but scary movies will be on TV non-stop! A new TV show is also premiering on FX on October 5th called American Horror Story. I hope it will be good. I don't watch much TV, and it would be nice to know there's a new show I could follow. The question is, will it continue on after Halloween is over? If it's any good, I sure hope so.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

...And I Feel Fine...

   So it is officially September 11th, 2011---a decade after the terrible tragedy that needs no further explanation. America is running rampant with paranoia, per the usual. I could be wrong, but I honestly don't think any terrorist attacks are going to take place in America today. No more than usual, anyway. But, today brings an interesting topic that needs perusing.

   Armageddon. Do you believe in it or not?

   Many so-called "Christians" do. Just pick up a copy of the King James Version sometime and flip through Revelations (my favorite chapter of the Bible, PS). It's all about the end of the world, or what people perceive to be the end of the world. Fire, brimstone, demons, the Anti-Christ. How do you think the world is going to end?

   I asked my boyfriend tonight if he believes God is going to destroy the world someday. He said, "No. I think man is going to do it to themselves."

   I think so too.

   We are too far gone to save ourselves. Society is damned, simply because we don't speak up when we need to, we don't act on the things that need to be done immediately, and we just don't give a shit about things that affect us. I was reading a fictional book last week about a demon takeover that took place in present-day America. It was a bit of a let-down, really: the kid in the story recruited his mother and practically his whole family in order to save the world from a demon prince that was hell-bent and determined, if you'll pardon the pun, to make humans slaves to the filthy beasts of the underworld. In the end, we lost.

   I think the only thing left for us to do is to serve ourselves, protect those we love, and pray that the end comes when we as individuals are long gone.

   It's too late to do anything to save the world now, because the world does not want to be saved. How can you save a drowning person when they refuse to take your hand? You don't. You let them float out to the farthest tendrils of the sea....and you watch them float away.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Addicted to Love

   I really pity people who are so uncomfortable with themselves that they have to be with a partner, be it a man, a woman, a farm animal, a family member...whatever. And I don't necessarily mean in a sexual way. I just mean that these people cannot be alone. Ever.

   My mother is one of these people. She has been through a whirlwind of horrible, disjointed, disfunctional relationships ever since I can remember, the one with my father included. She just can't find someone suited to her needs. Why? Because she doesn't know what her needs are. Her only conceivable need is "a man". Or at least, a person to talk to her all the time, coddle her, and listen to her problems. Her self-esteem is very low, and it will probably always be that way because she hasn't found the strength to learn to love herself.

   I was just reading the blog of someone I used to live with, and she is much the same way. She recently got married to a guy she's barely known a year, simply because he asked her. Maybe this girl and my mother need to live together? I don't know.

   I used to hate myself. But I love myself now, and I learned to love myself before I got into the relationship that I have now, which is a very happy one. My boyfriend and I have been together for almost two years, and I love him very much. I wasn't even looking for a relationship in the oh-so-hungry-hyena way (that my mother and the recently married crazy bitch are famous for) when I met my boyfriend. It just kind of happened by accident. But it would never have worked out if I couldn't face myself in the mirror when I was single and say, "I'm OK with me."

   Remember that. It may be the most important lesson of your life. It was for me.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Having a Blast

   I grew up learning how to shoot with handguns. I've always preferred them over rifles and shotguns, simply because of the simplicity of a pistol---you can throw it in your purse, in a backpack, or hide it somewhere if need be. Not that I'm encouraging anybody to do anything illegal, mind you---this applies only to people who have a legally obtained concealed carry permit. I'm just saying, I'd have a hard time finding a place to hide a rifle as opposed to hiding a handgun. I like something convenient.

   The kickback on a shotgun or a rifle can be a pain in the ass. Nothing hurts my shoulder worse. Of course, the kickback on a handgun can cause injury to your fingers. I've experienced that personally in my time.

   I guess it's all what you get used to. I did shoot a couple of .22s tonight though, so I think I may end up purchasing one of those. One was bolt action, the other was semi-automatic. They weren't loud, the kickback wasn't bad at all---but they do jam fairly easily, that's the only thing. I'm not fond of prying ammo out of a rifle.
   The .380 has always been one of my favorites, though. The lady's purse gun, I believe some call it. Now that is a powerful little bitch, and she has pretty intense kickback for a handgun.

   I don't know yet; I haven't decided. Someday when I'm financially able, I'll probably have a lot of both handguns and rifles or shotguns. If you have a favorite, feel free to share.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Hungry Demon

   Anxiety is like a hungry demon. It gnaws at your nerves and sits in your brain, heavy and solid like a brick. It causes you to fear what you normally wouldn't give a second glance. It creates imaginary evils and dangers in your life that probably aren't really there. It causes you to overreact, sweat, have heart palpitations, and worry everyone else around you about things that probably don't matter in the first place.

   In the end, you have to think of it this way: you can only do so much. You are one person, and people were born to make mistakes. Nobody is perfect. So when the sun sets and you get ready for bed, as long as you know that you did the best you could---that's all that matters. Whatever happens after that, happens. If something is meant to be, you're not going to be able to stop it anyway, more than likely.

   Yes, to a certain extent---I believe in fate.

   I also believe that if you aren't careful, if you allow life to seep inside your head and create those demons of anxiety, hungry for your peace of mine---you'll never survive.

   But I am going to survive, folks. How about you?