Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Learn to Love One Another

So, I’ve been doing some thinking and some music listening. When combined, it’s a deadly weapon for someone like me. However, I think what I’ve come upon is worth sharing. Tonight, as I was straightening my hair for tomorrow, I stumbled upon the song “Hole in the World,” by the Eagles (I’m so sorry for those who have no idea who the Eagles are…. Look ‘em up!). There’s a line that particularly stood out to me: “Until we learn to love one another, we will never reach the promise land.” This stood out to me because of all the stuff going on with the LGBTQ community. Nobody will be able to “reach the promise land” if we keep hating one another! And, I’m not just pointing out those who are against gay rights, no. It goes both ways. What we need is a compromise. Not these stupid laws that are put into effect. How could we possibly “reach the promise land” if Governor’s and other political leaders think it is okay to discriminate against other human beings? I know what I’m saying seems impossible, especially in the society we live in, but the problem is that we’re not trying. We’re not trying when it comes to gay rights; we’re not trying when it comes to children who are molested or raped; we’re not trying when it comes to children being bullied; we’re not trying when people are getting shot; we’re not trying when race plays a factor; we’re not trying when it comes to people taking their own lives because of the world we live in. WE’RE NOT TRYING. And I truly believe that if we all try, and “learn to love one another, we WILL reach the promise land.”

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Human Beings

I’m 20 years old; I’ll be 21 in November.
I’ve been single my whole life.
I’m a virgin.
I don’t smoke or do drugs.
I’m a junior in college.
I have red hair and wear glasses.
I get my nails done every two weeks.
I love One Direction.
I’m a writer and a reader.
I don’t believe in religion.
I believe in gay rights, but I’m not gay.
I’m a 80s movies buff.
I have a dark past but a bright future.


I’m a human being, but that doesn’t stop people from being hateful to me. I’ve come to the conclusion that no matter who you are, what you believe in, who or what you love, someone will always hate you for being the only person you know how to be: you. 

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Two Parts of My Life

“I bet you’re a great writer. You probably have great stories to tell.”
                Someone said this to me while discussing what I do and don’t believe in when it comes to religion (that’s a story for another day). I’ve been through some rough times when I was younger. I won’t go into detail; no one needs to know what I’ve been through. All you need to know is that it was bad enough to never wish it upon my worst enemy.
                I’m a writer, if you couldn’t tell. But just because what happened to me, happened to me, doesn’t mean I want to share it with everyone else through fiction. Granted, it probably would make a great story, but I would never want to drag my readers through the emotional ride my life has been. Not only that, but I feel like if I wrote what happened to me into a story, I’m immortalizing those who did what they did to me. They don’t deserve to make an appearance in my future after what they did to me in my past.
                I don’t write stories to please my potential readers, I write because I have the gifts of creativity and imagination. I write because it makes me happy. I write because sometimes it takes the pain away. I write because there are lives I can create, personalities I can choose, and characters I can love. I write because I can create this imaginary life where nothing of what happened to me happened to me.
                So, no, I don’t have great stories to tell, because those stories have already been told. I tell the stories of the unknown parts of my existence. I tell the stories of the life I wish I had, instead of the life I have. I create characters based off of certain characteristics I lack, because it makes me feel like I’m living both lives instead of just the one that didn’t go the way I planned.
                To sum up my little rant, I’ll leave you with the wise words of Joss Whedon:

                “I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I’m afraid of.”