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Friday, 22 October 2010
Bullying and why it must stop for LGBT youth.
Topic: Crap I Don't Understand

So, most of us can probably say that they have been bullied or have bullied someone else over the course of their lives. I know I've done both and I'm not very proud of the latter. That being said, a friend of mine asked me recently why the bullying of LGBT kids was so much worse - aren't we supposed to learn how to deal with bullying in school so that we can grow up and stand up for ourselves later on in life?

Well, the answer is yes and no - certainly with the technology we have today, bullying of any kind has hit an all time high and is much more severe than when I was in school. No longer is your embarrassment short-lived and perhaps contained within a small group, but now can be spread quickly and live on permanently within cyberspace. You can be bullied for anything and everything that might make you different. Being poor, being fat and even the age-old wearing glasses. Those things can be very hurtful, but most likely, the bullying is very centralized and coming from one area. For the most part, you don't get the sense from your teachers, parents, churches and sometimes even friends that being poor, being fat or wearing glasses is a horrible thing. Those people that aren't targeting you specifically for bullying are probably generally supportive of you. The same isn't the case for LGBT youth. As they are going through a process of realizing who they are and that they might differ from what society considers the 'norm,' they see things. They see numerous expressions of negative attitudes towards and about people who are gay. The press reports another hate crime against gays; a trusted politician says that he doesn't want children brainwashed that homosexuality is a valid life option; you may hear in your church that if you are gay, you are going to hell; your parents make off-handed comments about how gay-teen suicide is awful, but boy are they glad that their children are 'normal.' So the child who is trying to figure out this part of him or herself believes that there is something wrong with them. Something they know they can never change, and now they have no one they feel they can talk to about these feelings.

Then comes the school bullying, on top of everything else that this child has seen regarding how awful an inherent part of who he or she is. That's when the issue becomes a societal one. These children aren't being bullied simply by other children, they are being bullied by all of us and that's what makes it different. I know that this won't change overnight, but if you know any children, whether you think they are gay or not, please let them know that it's ok to talk to you about anything and perhaps we should all think twice about some of the off-handed comments we make about LGBT people when there are children around. Please.


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Saturday, 18 July 2009
Good Lord...Being Older Blows!
Topic: Crap I Don't Understand

So, it's 8 in the morning on a Saturday, a day when I could totally sleep for as long as I damn well please. BUT, I'm awake. I can only attribute this to my getting older. Boo to that. I was out until 1am. I drank many, many beers and yet? Still awake. What is the deal with that? It seems to sleep past 8am, I have to stay out until 4 or 5am. This doesn't seem right. You know what else isn't right? Having to watch Florence Henderson with her Brady and Wesson wisdom, talking about erectile dysfunction. TWICE. Come on Chelsea, I know it's the summer, but can't you at least do ONE new show per week? And before you say it, yes, I know I could have turned it off, but come on, even viewing for the 100th time, anything Chelsea Handler is saying is way funnier than most everything else on TV. 

All that being said, we've got a weekend chock full of America's favorite pastime - beer drinking - with some baseball and softball thrown in. I'm totally prepared that the Nationals, the WORST team in baseball, are going to lose to the Cubs. But, my beer will offer me the comfort I need to deal with such a horrendous display of baseball. 

Ok - it's almost 8:30. I guess I should get up now and take my metamucil and put my dentures in.  


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Tuesday, 7 July 2009
No Idea What I'm Doing
Topic: Crap I Don't Understand

Hello ten people who read this on a monthly basis. I'd like to take the time to thank you for checking this out and staying for a while. 

So, I'm having a bit of an off day. Perhaps it's hormones or whatever, but I just can't seem to find my center. I spent most of the day working, but still didn't feel like I accomplished that much. I'm on the verge of new responsibilities and yet I can't seem to find any motivation to do anything. I'm getting more and more ensconced in digital relationships and I wonder if this is helping or hindering me. It certainly gives me the opportunity to connect with people with similar viewpoints, but how much of a real connection is it? Are we more open with people we will rarely meet in real life or are we more of the best version of ourselves? Sharing only what we want. In some cases, I think it's easier to share more with strangers, but I'm not sure. Now, that's not to say that I'm not getting out there and meeting new people outside of the digital world, but still, and now I'm being so self indulgent in even writing this. It's such a vicious cycle.

Oh well, I'm sure I'll have my life completely figured out by tomorrow. Although  I'll take any and all suggestions for success. If you don't believe me, look how far I've come since I started this blog in 2003. Oh wait...my life really hasn't changed that much since then. Shit.

 


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Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Poetray
Topic: Crap I Don't Understand

Each day at work, I'm faced with a task...
usually given by some sort of ass.

Forced to pretend and don my happy mask
When all I'm wishing for is a nip from my flask.

Of course, that could be because I'm a big drunk
But it could also just be that I'm sick of this junk.

Some others say I might be harboring rage,
To them I'd agree, it's not just a stage. 

For now, I admit that I'm really just joking
To avoid seeing colleagues I'd like to be choking.

That being said, it's efforts like this...
Horrible poetry allows me some bliss.

I have a job and for that I am glad,
Cause really, seriously, this job ain't that bad.

 


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Sunday, 7 June 2009
Testing...Testing...Is this thing on?
Topic: Crap I Don't Understand

Wow, it has been a really, really long time since I've posted anything of substance on this page. I wonder why that is? 

It could be because my life is so super awesome right now that I have no time to report back on the said awesomeness because things are JUST SO AWESOME! Or, it could be that I am just a big old lazy person who hasn't really thought about this page for a while, and no, those two brief posts in March don't really count. I'd like to pretend that I'm going to make more of an effort to update, but I'm attempting not to make more promises that I can't keep.

So, for now, I'll post the following start to a story I'm working on:

I still remember that first night, sitting there, not knowing what you were thinking. Did you want me? Did I even know what I wanted? Breathing you in I was sure I was crazy, my breath catching on every glance from you. How could being in your orbit affect me so much when no one had done so in the past? All I knew was that there was this unstoppable force within me willing something to happen. Silently praying it into existence. Not knowing what would become of this attraction, but knowing that nothing was more important than spending every moment with you. 


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Tuesday, 29 April 2008
Are You F'ing Serious?
Topic: Crap I Don't Understand

I really just don't understand what makes people so fucked up.*

*must be registered (for free) at nytimes.com. 

 


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Thursday, 20 March 2008
Butterflies
Topic: Crap I Don't Understand

Roller coasters.

Riding on a roller coaster gives you a feeling of exhilaration that is amazing. That sinking sensation in your stomach as you hit the crest of the highest hill and barrel towards the earth. It is all at once the best and worst feeling in the world. Best because you feel alive, worst because you'll spend the rest of the day chasing that feeling again. Knowing that today's the only day you have all summer to spend at the amusement park.


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Tuesday, 4 March 2008
One of Those Days
Topic: Crap I Don't Understand

I'm having one of those days. One of those days where you can't really pinpoint exactly why you feel a little off. It isn't hunger. It isn't lack of sleep. It isn't a hangover. I'm not sick. Nothing super special or tragic has happened, but I still feel off.


Posted by Morgan at 10:20 AM EST
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Thursday, 3 January 2008
To Curse or Not To Curse...
Topic: Crap I Don't Understand

So, a number of my friends have recently begun a quest to limit the amount of foul language they use on a daily basis. While I agree that this kind of language can sometimes make you appear less intelligent than you would like, I have to say that I wholeheartedly disagree with the idea that we should limit ourselves in this manner.

Here's why...

I am all about working to improve your language skills - I have been the recipient of the word of the day emails from two dictionaries for over 5 years; however, totally eliminating cursing is a bandwagon I don't think I can get on - at least not in everyday conversation - perhaps in the workplace, but then aren't we most likely in need of such language at work anyway? 

Think about it for a second, the real challenge is living your life so that you don't need to use any kind of expletive at all, whether that expletive is deemed profane or not. Making it so that you aren't upset enough to use an invective, even if it is something like 'freakin' or 'nuts' or 'poop'. Because then, you really aren't just avoiding use of bad words, but in reality are still wishing to use profanity, but are censoring yourself based on a preconceived notion that certain words are somehow 'bad'. When in reality someone at some point in history determined that these words should be deemed as such. I say, until you can remove yourself from situations that would cause stress enough to use any word in explecatively, you shouldn't limit yourself by removing these 'profane' words from your lexicon.

That being said...Go Fuck Yourself! :)

 


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Sunday, 2 December 2007
Hmmm
Topic: Crap I Don't Understand

People fascinate and confound me at times. We spend our days attempting to connect with the people that we meet all the while hiding pieces of ourselves from the world at large. Why do we do this? Are we afraid of what people might think of us if they see who we truly are? Is that what causes us to censor ourselves? Even our families don't really know more than what we show them - or more so they view us based on their own preconcieved notions of who we are.  It's almost as if we have these characters or roles that we play based on the situation we find ourselves in. Is that the best way to go about living our lives?

A friend of mine recently had a near death experience and all of a sudden I'm hearing from him a lot more than I used to. What does that mean? Is he trying to connect with me or with the person that he thinks that I am? And what priorities have shifted in his life that have caused the attempt at reconnection?

No one wants to be alone in life, but when it comes down to it, are we ever really not alone? How can we let people into our lives if we are reserving part of ourselves. Will acting in this manner keep us alone? Or is reserving part of ourselves what allows us to connect wtih others? How much of ourselves can we share before other people begin to judge so harshly that they become unaccepting?


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