Category Archives: how a passive agressive girl screams

post script…

I’ve been annoyed lately. More than annoyed. I’ve been in a state of confusion and emotional exhaustion. The current state of this country has me feeling a bit helpless. The government trudges on slowly taking rights from one group or another, and people stand on the sidelines patting them on the back. Those with the supposed moral high ground stand on their soapboxes and claim superiority without caring what their words are doing to the people around them.

I have words of wisdom for everyone, “Be excellent to each other.” Bill and Ted had it right.

People will not always agree with one another, but that doesn’t mean they can’t speak in love and with respect.

My advice? Hold your tongues. Do not speak words of judgement. If you have not lived through a situation, don’t claim knowledge on it. It is impossible to understand feelings and actions if you have not experienced them. You can make an educated guess, but when you say youknow you will only end up hurting people.

Angry words, judgmental words, hateful words, will never sway anyone’s opinion of a situation. Veiled threats and idle speculation will never make anyone feel comfortable enough to feel welcomed and loved. Words matter, choices matter, the way you treat people, matters. It most certainly makes a difference to the people who have been through horrific events when you choose not to belittle their feelings and their experiences.

People are getting life all wrong. It isn’t about who can win. It isn’t about passing the most laws to back what you think is right, it is about caring for the people around you and turning our empathy chips up to high. It’s about understanding that people feel hurt and are in pain, and then it’s about trying your best to put yourself in their shoes and just loving the heck out of them.

Disagree with me. I’m fine with that. However, do not think to know me. Do not believe that you know where I am coming from unless you take the time to speak with me and understand me. I stand up for things I believe in. I fight for my freedoms and my rights. I spend time trying my damnedest to make the world a livable place for my children. My path is set and I’m sure of my beliefs and my stances.

I. Will. Not. Be. Shaken.

Not by words from the outside.

Not by any person.

I’m sure of my faith and I’m comfortable with myself. I’m content to be where I am.

1 Comment

Filed under how a passive agressive girl screams

come one, come all…

It’s time for a good old fashioned rant! That’s right, I know it’s been a while since I’ve been amped up about something enough to go off about it, but it has happened again!

Here is the deal, folks: I am a fan of my uterus. Yep. I said it. My uterus managed to house two children that are mostly normal and relatively awesome. It’s true that once a month my uterus and I have a bit of a tousle, but I’m still pretty darned glad that I am a girl, so I deal with the cramps.

Know what I’m not a fan of? The government telling me what is best for my uterus and for me. See, I’m pretty sure I have a better handle on my lady bits than the ladies and gents running this country. I know, for instance, that my bits do not slut around. I know that I would never make the choice of an abortion. (I know this because I did seriously think about it once when I was 21, in college, not married, and unsure if I could really parent a kid.)

I think the morning after pill is a great idea. Let’s go the giant leap and say you aren’t a slut, you aren’t wont to sleep with anyone in fact, and therefore you do not take birth control. Then, one day, someone, anyone, takes advantage of you. Right now, you can march down to the drugstore and grab a pill that is made up of a high dose of hormones. It’s not a lot different than if you were on the pill at the time of intercourse. It doesn’t abort a pregnancy that already exists, it just prevents one from happening. It’s a pretty neat little pill, actually. In a matter of moments a woman can go from panic to peace knowing that she is protected from an unwanted pregnancy that she was not (in any way) asking for. Anyhow, that little pill is (quite wrongly) considered an abortion pill by some. A lot of those same people are currently passing laws saying that the government has the right to force a trans-vaginal ultrasound on women seeking the legal procedure of having an abortion. That little pill? Also totally legal. How long until those same people want to outlaw it and force women to potentially have to make a much worse, much more painful decision several months into pregnancy or after birth?

It’s a slippery slope. Georgia is currently looking into not allowing a woman to have labor induced after miscarriage. The senator sponsoring the bill said that he had seen pigs and cows go through the process of a natural stillborn birth when asked about it. Seriously, when he was asked about a bill involving a woman’s uterus, his response was about cows and pigs. I’m glad a good old boy farmer knows cows and pigs. I myself am not a farm animal. Although, there have been places and times where women were forced to reproduce with certain mates and to a certain end, I’m pretty glad that my life is currently not like that. I’d rather not be equated to breeding stock if at all possible.

Did you know that there was a time when the church disallowed masturbation? Not because they found it to be disgusting or anything like that, but because they said that sperm should not be expelled unless it resulted in possible procreation. Sometimes, people make weird rules. I’m waiting for someone to decide that I can’t have my ovaries removed if I so choose because there are still perfectly good eggs lurking about, and those perfectly good eggs might result in life. It may sound like a ridiculous jump, but it has, in a way, happened before. (History does have a tendency to repeat itself, just look at women’s fashions.)

It’s a scary time to me. My uterus is mine. We’re pals for the time being and I know what’s best for the two of us. I would thank the government to stay out of it, and just leave us alone.

I take my freedom seriously, and I’m not too keen on anyone trying to take it away from me. I believe that this country was founded by a few Christians and a lot of people that were outcasts and lost. They had fled the tyranny of rulers who had committed heinous acts against their people in the name of God and government. They did not found a country based on Christianity, they founded a country based on freedom. The freedom to live and worship no matter who you were or where you came from. With banishment and execution fresh in their minds, they sought something better for everyone, not just for them. I want a country based on love and equality as much as possible, and I especially want a country where bigotry and prejudice are set aside for freedom. I truly do not care if I do not agree with someone on a religious level, when it comes to humanity and the basic rights of people, I know where I stand: I want liberty and I do not want to have to go back to the days of torture and death to remember just how valuable and important it is.

2 Comments

Filed under how a passive agressive girl screams, rants

good books…

A good book, to me, is one that moves me to feel something and care about the characters.

I’m growing tired of silly labels on good books. Occasionally, categorization becomes derogatory, and that is when I begin to feel ranty. For instance, YA fiction is just fiction written in a different manner. The title does not make it less good or less worthy of discussion, it simply means that it’s probably relatively clean and not incredibly difficult to read. As with all forms of literature, there are giant black marks marring the good name of YA fiction, but those black marks do not make the entire genre invalid. I’ve read children’s books that moved me a great deal, however, I would also readily read them to my own little goblins. I’ve read classics that I found vapid and dull to no end.

Along the same lines as YA fiction, the Romance category has received much derision. I’ve read my fair share of terrible romance novels– books with no plot or purpose. I’ve also read my fair share of romance novels that had interesting story lines.

Good literature is just good literature, it knows not the bounds of bookstore categorization or petty elitism by readers.

There is, of course, room for taste. There are books that I find detestable that others greatly enjoy. I do not mind that people enjoy different things. I do mind that due simply to genre sorting or title, some books are easily dismissed along with those that choose to read them.

 

2 Comments

Filed under how a passive agressive girl screams, rants

it’s just that kind of day…

If there were a bug that could stand as a symbol of my day it would be the stink bug. I was going to say the dung beetle, but let’s face it, those little guys are tenacious, and I am not feeling so much on the tenacious side of life.

Here is a poem:

a beetle so small
squishes and sticks to my shoe
stink wafts up all day

Yep. That’s it.

My day will improve because I’m going to a party to celebrate the birth of one of my lovely, fantastic, amazing friends that always, without fail, makes my day better when I see her.

So, I needed to write this out before it wasn’t true anymore.

But for now. Stink bug.

Leave a Comment

Filed under how a passive agressive girl screams, poems and the like

disconnected…

Every now and then technology has me wanting to pull my hair out. That is a strange thing for me to say, I realize that, but it is entirely true. Electronics and I get along pretty good most of the time. My menagerie of non-sentient buddies includes (but is not limited to) Lily (my phone), Roxy (my Xbox), Sophie (My PC), and Benedict (my MacBook Air). I have an iPod video I lovingly refer to Iggypod and an iPod touch I call Jim. My DS is Laverne and she spends a lot of time in my bag with The Copa Cabana (my external hard drive). I hope you get the picture. Electronics are my friends. I name them, I feed them electricity, and I give them all warm, cozy homes.

It is rare that I leave my house without some sort of technological wonder in my pocket or my bag. I quite literally feel lost without my Droid. I’ve become so used to having a GPS with me that I can’t find my way without it. I enjoy the feeling that if my car were to break down, I could call for help and not be stuck. There is just so much I enjoy about this modern age of connectivity!

Now, back to me pulling my hair out…

Every now and then I just want to be disconnected. I do not want people to expect me to e-mail them back in the same minute, hour, or day that they e-mailed me. If we were writing letters they would have to wait, so they can just wait patiently for my returned response. The fact that people get annoyed when I don’t answer my phone is also aggravating. You know, people used to leave their homes for hours at a time. If you were lucky those people had an answering machine that you could leave your message on, then when they got home they would call you back. It was a marvelous system! There was no serial texting for a response, just waiting. I am not saying the waiting was never annoying, but it was unavoidable.

Being disconnected can feel amazing. I love the idea of walking out the door and not have to worry about anything important until I come back home. Every now and then I manage to find that by wandering far enough into the woods, but even then I come back to text and voice messages wondering why I’ve been unreachable for a few hours. The answer to that question is simple: Unreachable is nice!

Take this as an official notice: I like unreachable. I will get back to people if they leave me a message. Multiple messages are not necessary. The more messages, the less likely I am to get back to people right away. I love my friends, but I also love sitting alone without the stress of constant connection. Think of it as a lesson in patience.

1 Comment

Filed under how a passive agressive girl screams