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| So I'm sure this is overdue, but this has been on my mind for awhile, so I really want to get it out.
For all the people out there who say that everyone needs to accept that Prop 8 passed because the "Yes to Prop 8" people ran a better campaign: NO! Normally, I'm all for congratulating the winner at the end of an election. They most likely ran a better campaign (or maybe it was dirtier and whatnot, but they did what they had to do). I understand that the truth is regardless of what a candidate stands for or what an issue is, some people will vote based on advertising, commercials, party, and all of that. Many voters are uninformed, and just don't care to learn the issues. But when it comes to Proposition 8, frankly, I just don't care.
Screw who spent more money or ran the better campaign. Look at the issue here. Passing Prop 8 is allowing members of the gay community to be labelled second class citizens. Who gave straight people the right to marry? Oh wait, they just have it automatically? Then who decided that gays needed permission? And who the heck decided they had the power to say no?
1) If you tell me that religious reasons are why we straight people can stop gay people from getting married, I don't want to hear it. You think being gay is a sin? What, is that the one sin that Jesus didn't die for? Or while you probably ignore where the Bible says we can sell our daughters into slavery, you're going to focus on one verse that really may only be what it is due to language translations? Hm. Interesting. Oh, and uh, separation of church and state anyone?!
2) If you tell me that we can stop gay people from getting married in the name of protecting marriage, remind me of the divorce rate in the country today. Last I heard, it was before 40 and 50%. I could be wrong though. You just let me know. Also let me know domestic abuse levels. You can fill me in on any other helpful information that will explain to me why we have the right to say no.
But I really think I've gotten off topic. I'm seriously just mad that people are saying that Prop 8 opposers cannot complain because they lost due to a poor campaign. No. They lost because people voted for it. Maybe not all the people, but plenty of people knew what they were voting for. People are deciding that gays do not get the same rights as straight people. They can try arguing saying "No! I don't think they're second class", but they're certainly not allowing them to be first class, or an everyday citizen who can get married! I just can't understand how that works. How can we just not allow that?
It's like how members of the GLBT community in the armed forces are fighting for a country who won't fight for them. In fact, they cannot exercise one of the rights they fight for: free speech. They cannot admit who they are.
I'm off topic again. I think I'm done actually. I think to anyone else, this post has probably made no sense. All I know is that it is ridiculous to say that Prop 8 lost due to a better campaign run by the Yes people. That's no excuse for Yes people allowing another human being to be a lesser person. Who the heck gave you the right? | | |
| Go back four years. August o4. I just moved into my freshman year of college. I was suprisingly okay. I mean, I was super upset to have left my friends, but that's only because of the life changing summer I had. And the person that that summer made me. That my friends made me that summer. And they weren't just friends. They know I consider them my angels.
Okay. I'm sure I'm not making sense. But you say Summer o4 to me, and I think of 4 people. It's kind of a 3 + 1 sorta thing. And that +1, I love. Adam meant a lot to me that summer, and really helped me grow. Saw me for who I was. He's in that group Kt calls "the brothers". I mean, he was definitely a key factor for me, and when he moved to Colorado a couple of years ago, I was heartbroken. I still miss him so much.
But I really need to focus on the 3. Darren. Brandon. Kt. They're my angels. I've certainly told them that more than a few times. They rescued me that night I couldn't go to GROW right after Mt. TOP. Then we did cookies and euchre. And made plans for the NC road trip. The rest of the summer included La V's, concerts, more euchre, bonfires, that road trip, more La V's, movies, and more euchre and La V's... haha.
So naturally it was hard to leave the angels that saved me that summer. But they were always just a state away. Ya know? Those three went to OU (I was supposed to transfer sophomore year so we could all live together), and I was just here in Indiana. I could handle that. We were all together over breaks. I can't believe that last four years went soooo fast. And we all knew Brandon wanted to move south. And that it was probably going to be to NC. We all knew he'd be all successful after graduation and leave Ohio. I knew that anyway. Just as the rest of my angels will be. Kt has her teaching job at Scioto- freaking AWESOME. And Darren will do great things after he graduates too.
But Friday the first angel leaves us. Like I said, Kt has a kick butt job- at home. But Brandon's chasing those dreams and leaving us. Ugh. So here's my congrats: to him for landing what seems to be a wonderful job, to that coliseum for finding a great candidate, and to all those southern belles he's been dreaming of- because some lucky girl is gonna get that boy. There's gotta be something to say about a guy who will put me in his phone as "Save Maggie" for anytime I needed to call and hangup, and have someone show up at my door less than 5 minutes later. She better know that her butt will get kicked by myself and the other "brothers" if she messes with him. And if they don't, I will certainly drive there and do it myself.
BEST OF LUCK BRANDON! And thanks for everything over the last four years. Ohio won't be the same without you. I won't be the same without you.
(for more evidence of the amazingness of Summer o4, and my angels, look back at my xangas from that summer. look at Brandon's and Kt's too. I don't think DQ ever got one...) | | |
| when i think of myself, i consider myself to be a pretty strong person. and while i don't like to do things alone (i'd rather be with others), i do think that i can be my own person- among others as well as on my own. but when i think about it more, i wonder if i am really not as strong as i think. when something happens, i want to tell someone. i need people to hear me and support me. i dont ever literally cry to someone, but thats only because i find crying in front of people to be absolutely embarrassing and one of the worst things i could do. if i didn't mind it though, i would do it so often. but yesterday i just wanted to collapse in someones arms and cry. that's not strength though, is it?
i think i am starting to figure it out though. i think i am strong. i can handle things on my own without needing someone else. i can be that support for others. i can listen to hard situations and just be there for others. and myself. but i think i just get so tired. i think i emotionally or mentally get worn out. i think it's not even about bottling things up like many describe, it's just about getting tired. haha i'm sure i'm making no sense at all, but i don't even care. i know what i'm saying. i think i am strong enough to be on my own and be independent and not to bring others down- i'm just so tired. i'm ready for someone to want to take some of these things from me and be my support. (which is why i am glad right now to have someone listening to me and i just hope i can open up to that...)
funny how while i want nothing more than someone to be that support for me, i tend to keep myself unattached at a point and independent. i still don't know how to really explain. i do lean on my friends a lot and need to be around friends and am often surrounded by people- but i mean on a deeper level. most of my best friends in the world have seen me cry, or even received a super upset phone call from me when i needed someone. i don't let myself do that- whether or not tears are involved. i am strong in that way. and its normally ok. i'd rather be the happy person people know me to be. i'd rather be there for others than ask them to be there for me. but as i mentioned before, i just get so tired. and right now, i'm tired. yesterday during that sermon, i was tired.
but i am strong. i think. i hope. i pray.
in other news, this will be another summer impossible to leave behind...
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| So at the risk of sounding VERY corny, I just have to say that to hear this girl sing, and to see her as she sings, I am a believer that there is that place over the rainbow... that place where dreams really do come true...
Now I just need directions on how to get there...
http://youtube.com/watch?v=QWNoiVrJDsE&feature=related
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| Haven't heard from my soldier in awhile (that I adopted on www.soldiersangels.com . I would recommend it to anyone!), so even though this is in a card that is being mailed out tomorrow, I thought I would post my note/thought on here. Maybe in some way, he will feel warmth in his heart simply from my thoughts and prayers... and hopefully he's been getting the cards I've been flooding his mailbox with (as we haven't chatted online since he shift changed). Even so, may he know that while we're not talking, he's still thought of constantly. His last message made me worry about his morale level. May he know that he is doing great things, and that he is on my mind and in my heart!
So here is my message for him tonight (which he will get in like a week and a half  :
I got to thinking about how when people miss someone, they look up at the night sky, pick a star, and believe as hard as they can that the other person is gazing at and wishing on the same star. Well, I certainly miss talking to you, but you can't be looking at the stars I'm seeing, because it's daytime where you are. This made me sad, but only at first. That's when I realized that I'm okay that you're not seeing the stars with me. The way I see it, you give me hope. You are proof at the end of a long (even bad) day, that the sun will rise again, and tomorrow will come. It's like you're getting the day ready for me. And in a way, when I see the sun in the morning, in a little way, I will have found you. So thank you for giving me hope, and for bringing in the new day for me.
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