Random summer dabbles... (but technically started in May)

Random almost summer dabbles...

I believe marriage is for life. I understand that people change, and I think that unless someone is being beaten, or some other extreme horror, people should be able to work it out. They loved each other once, right? Supposedly. A lot of people rush into it. You need to know that you're ready and that it's the right thing to do with the right person. See them for a while, unless you're certain. It's not fair to the kids.

Speaking of making your own choices, in terms of abortion and IVF, that's totally circumstantial and it's nobody else's business.If they want to have those kinds of choices in their life, that's their decision, not anybody else's.

Same with religion. It's no good forcing something down someone else's throat if they're just going to spit it back up again.

RIP Sam

My cat died three days ago. We only had him for about six or seven years, and now he's gone. He was one of my closest friends. I swear he understood English, or at least an inflection or a meaning. He lived a good life. Had some rough spots, but went out without pain and was put down with a smile on his face. I still miss him. I still wish he wasn't gone. I constantly think of all the scenarios that would occur should he still be here. Recently, every time I see the moon I think of him. (Ian's fault.) He had an hourglass between his eyes...

I've been unstable and unsure whether I'll cry or not in certain situations. I wish we would have taken more pictures of him. I don't want to smile when I'm crying, or be forced to feel better. Six years does not just go away in a few days. He slept with me almost every night of his life. Kept me up for many of them. Kept my secrets. Gave advice. Smart enough to open a door, or pop out a screen. And scared enough to needfully follow me around. I've had relatives die in my life, but none of them I ever knew well enough. I always felt bad because I felt like my parents were mourning and I was not. This is my first true experience at losing someone close in my life. I know it happens, but I never could really feel what it feels like to lose something and never be able to get it back again.

My heart mourns you. I'll miss you.

murderererererererer

I support homosexuality. I am not a homosexual, but I don't feel it is necessary for other people to tell someone who they can and cannot have feelings for. I was reading another blog the other day, and someone made a comparison between gay marriage and murder.

What????

Gay marriage does not equate to murdering someone.

Ridiculous.

Marrying someone you love is not the same as physically harming and ending someone else's life. I cannot even begin to believe that that is on the same level for someone. That doesn't make sense to me. At all. People say that it is unnatural for people of the same sex to love one another, but I think it is not so much unnatural as it is uncommon. People aren't used to seeing it, because not all of society has accepted it. This is the case despite the fact that it has been around for hundreds of hundreds of years. It is mentioned in the bible, but it also says that despite the fact that humans sin, God loves everyone regardless.

And for the record: It is a fact that being in monogamous relationships reduces the spread of STD's. Didn't they have health in school? Read a book.

fear like a puppeteer

I've noticed lately, that people are capable of horrible things. And thought we all know they are horrible, we can all still wrap our minds around it and move on with our lives. We are capable of understanding how horrible the world can be and still, we can find a way to push it out and be happy. Out of sight out of mind. We understand how certain people can be. Those who manipulate, torture, rape, steal, kill all make mistakes. And the world moves on. People move on. We have the ability to show compassion, and yet even after someone demands silence for a friend he killed in a car accident, people can still move themselves to clap anyway. It's shocking how death and horror can just flash through one's life time and be on the news and in the papers, and still... we all find reason to keep going. Most of us, are optimists in that way. Either that, or it is the "it's not happening to me" attitude.

Or I suppose this is just me and my ignorance. The fact that I can move on because these things are not happening to me may just be the reason why so many of us are similar. We have no experience dealing with that kind of tragedy.

Dressing up.

Dressing up is like reading a story, or acting. It allows you to feel or play different characters, or different personas. I've always liked dressing up. (Even when I don't leave my room). When I was little, I had the typical little girl fascination with princesses. I would only wear dresses, and would constantly skip about the house singing various disney songs. I know this, due to the glory of home videos. Different dresses make you feel differently. Different outfits can make someone feel differently. There are different moods, different looks to try and portray. There are so many things you can depict with different styles. If someone does not feel confident in what they are wearing, it can greatly affect how that person behaves, and visa versa with a lot of confidence. What people wear in clothing, I think, reflects a lot about their personality. You can often tell a lot about a person by how they dress and how they treat their bodies in regard to that. Most of the people I hang out with are pretty conservatively dressed, and I know that they are all, for the most part, conservative people. Similarly, those I know who dress a little more showy, tend to follow suit with their conduct. Not to say they aren't fun to be around, but to mention the amount of traditional respect they have for themselves. Although I do not judge a book by it's cover, typically, it tends to be the case.