Thursday, October 24, 2013

Don't you ever let anyone put your parents or grandparents in a home. Take care of your loved ones.

As low moans and shrill shrieks pierce the halls,
The apathetic staff ignore their calls.
Vomit and feces thicken the air,
The scent clings closely, a cloak of despair.
I didn't recognize her sitting alone--
Skeletal and sad, flesh sagged over bone.
Thinning hair and rotting teeth
Adorn her body, no spirit beneath.
Her glazed eyes stared blankly at me,
She wondered who I could possibly be.
Who are you?
Dad said, We will take you home, we will take care of things, don't you worry,
I'm scared, don't leave, she begged, Please hurry.
He smiled and lied brightly he would,
While mother said quietly, We would if we could.
But the opportunity had long since passed,
And time with her had ended at last.
Don't leave without me, buy me a ticket, we will sit next to each other, okay?
Yes, of course, we will fly back together, one day.
There is no true despair without hope,
It's funny, the ways we choose to cope.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

It is a risk to love.

I've been hearing this a lot recently (paraphrasing here):

"I like him and I think he likes me.  We're really close friends, but I don't want to ruin or change our friendship in case anything happens." 

Y'all are stupid.

If you both like each other, your relationship has already changed and it will never be the same again.

If you don't go for it, an underlying tension is always going to be there.  There will be longing. There will be jealousy.  There will be awkwardness.

If it doesn't work out, work it out with each other and communicate why you're better as friends--but keep in mind that you probably won't be for awhile until any residual feelings have faded from either end.  When that time comes (and it will), it'll be ok.

*Provided you weren't a dick about breaking up, it'll be ok.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Carefree Melodies

When I listen to these two tracks, I imagine--

Feet skipping to a fluttering beat, heart worn on your sleeve,

Head bobbing held up high,

Hands thrown up against fading sky.

Can you feel it?

♥.  Happy Monday, everyone.

“I had a dream I was awake and I woke up to find myself asleep.” -Stan Laurel

Open your eyes

Or you'll hit the clouds flying

And fall through your dreams.

Sunday, October 13, 2013


If you haven't read The Case Against Female Self-Esteem yet, you should really take a look and try to refrain from being angry or offended, otherwise you're not going to get anything worthwhile from reading it.  It's certainly interesting, to say the least.  This entire article, at surface level, is basically about how women are delusional when it comes to self empowerment and how right it will be in the world once they've realized that they have absolutely no value without the presence of men.

To give you an idea, here a quote I have pulled:
"Girls don’t want the six-figure cubicle job, the shiny Brooklyn 2BR, the master’s degree, the sexual liberation, none of it. They want to be collectively led back to the kitchen, told to make a nice big tuna sandwich with extra mayo and lettuce, then swatted on the ass as we walk out the door."
Speaking of kitchen jokes, I have two:
If a tree fell on a woman and there's no one around to hear it, what was a tree doing in the kitchen?

Some people might say I'm degrading my own gender, but think about it...after these jokes are told, does any girl actually take it seriously and assemble their cookware and cleaning supplies?  No, they find it offensive and somewhat amusing at the same time, but it does not influence them to assume what appears to be their natural order in the world, as proclaimed by men.  If anything, it motivates them to become more than what they're perceived as--well it should, anyway.  Someone once said, "A successful woman is one who can build a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at her."  If they're bricks that also make you laugh, power to you.

Anyhow, Matt Forney offers very interesting points in his tirade.  I think perspective plays a very important role when reading his opinions.  Some would say it's degradation and misogyny at its worst--however, it's so over the top that I really can't help but to perceive it as satire.  If it isn't (because lord knows there are crazy people out there in the world that hold such backward views), it's still a very thought provoking article.

I do believe that one of the best ways to bring attention to a subject matter is to force people out of their comfort zone; that is integral in changing perspective, and subsequently, in changing the world. Perfect examples of writing that does such are:

In "A Modest Proposal" by Jonathon Swift, he proposes that impoverished Irish people breed and sell their children as food to upper class families in order to ease their economic troubles. He goes into great detail and length on how to do so, and even provides recipes and methods that they could implement for best results.  The purpose of this pamphlet was to mock the heartless attitude the wealthy had toward the poor and to bring light to the desperate conditions that Ireland suffered at the time.  

"Huckleberry Fin" by Mark Twain was condemned and highly criticized due to its pervasive use of racial stereotypes and the racial slur, "nigger", although it was published nearly two decades after the Emancipation Proclamation and the end of the Civil War when America was still struggling heavily with racism and the effects of post slavery.  Twain wrote the novel to expose the hypocrisy of slavery by showing how racism not only distorts the perceptions of those who are oppressed, but the oppressors themselves as well, resulting in moral confusion.  His basic premise was, no matter how kind a slave owner is to a slave, he is still a slave owner.  It is impossible for a society that owns slaves to be considered moral, no matter how civilized it proclaims itself to be.  Henceforth, no matter how kind a white man is to a black man, if he thinks the black man is a degenerate, he himself is no better.

A more recent example of satire is "American Psycho" by Bret Easton Ellis.  This man received death threats upon the publication of his novel.  The backlash that this author received was far beyond any amount that Forney could ever aspire to.  If you have watched the film, I'd like to tell you now that the book is completely different--it has been likened as a handbook masquerading as a novel for serial killers.  In a nutshell, "American Psycho" is a story about a twenty six year old yuppie who has everything, but can feel nothing.  The lack of meaning in his life becomes so numbing that it forces him to torture and murder his companions in excruciatingly intense ways in order to simulate any sort of emotion.  What many people aren't able to understand is that Ellis' purpose in writing this at the time was to criticize American society for its dehumanizing nature due to the prevalent superficiality and materialism that consumed the eighties.  He purposely wrote to shock and disgust in order to catch the attentions of so many consumers that dallied through life with little purpose, much like the characters in the book.  The extremity in which the anti-hero executed his crimes in order to derive meaning in his life is akin to how Ellis wrote his novel in order to stimulate his readers' morality, making them question their reality, and it worked.

Matt Forney does the same thing.

Whether he intended it to be or not, it did make me think about the value of women in society.  One thing Forney says that particularly caught my attention is, "The jobs that keep the country running—tradesmen, miners, farmers, policemen, the military—are still overwhelmingly dominated by men. If every girl was fired from her job tomorrow, elementary schools would have to shut down for a couple days, but otherwise life would go on as usual."

Teachers are an integral part of society.  My god, you have no idea.  Think about it.  People are in school from when they're five all the way until they're twenty one or twenty two, possibly more if they would like to achieve their Masters or PhD, what have you.  That's over seventeen years of their lives if they choose the standard route for education.  Your child spends about as much time with their teacher as they do with you, but they learn just as much if not more because they're at school with a myriad of other little monsters all learning how to get along, on top of their ABC's and 123's.  Some people forget that school is not just an institution that teaches kids academics, but also discipline, morality and appropriate social behavior.  The original purpose and fundamentals of having an educational system in the first place is to foster good citizens in order to help further develop our nation--that means giving back to your community.  K-12 teachers are as equally as important as college professors in the sense that they are an integral part of self development at a young age, where influence is most easily impressed.  Of course, there are amazing teachers and there are terrible ones--but the ones that you remember are the ones that have made a difference in your life.

How does this relate to "The Case Against Female Self Esteem?"  It made me appreciate and think back to all the wonderful teachers who has affected my life--the ones that commanded my attention and inspired me to be better and to do better, their teachings transcending far beyond their time with me.  In turn, it has made me want to be an inspiration for others as well, and the only way I can do it is through example.

So all in all, it's really not that a woman should be discouraged from being confident, it's that she should be encouraged to earn respect rather than to just assume it in self-righteousness.

Friday, October 11, 2013

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

So I finally got around to reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower when I came across an excerpt on value and perspective less quoted among Pinterest users--the most famous one being, "Charlie, we accept the love we think we deserve." For context, this is what protagonist's teacher says to him when he contemplates why his sister would date a boy that had once hit her hard across the face, a precursor to their relationship.  He's saying that maybe one of the reasons of why people would continue to stay in abusive or degrading relationships is because they have low self worth, so they find it appropriate to be treated as such.

But I digress.

"I want Sam to stop liking Craig.

Now, I guess maybe you think that's because I am jealous of him, I'm not.  It's just that Craig doesn't really listen to her when she talks.  I don't mean that he's a bad guy because he's not.  It's just that he always looks distracted.

It's like he would take a photograph of Sam, and the photograph would be beautiful.  And he would think that the reason the photograph was beautiful because of how he took it.  If I took it, I would know the only reason it's beautiful is because of Sam.


It's very hard for me to see Sam feel better about herself just because an older boy sees her that way." 

It's something interesting to think about.

Stephen Chbosky has a way of writing in a very light, yet profound, manner that is able to reach out to readers of all ages due to its simplicity.

Monday, October 7, 2013

I wonder how many people feel this way, those that are suffering heartbreak and those that are happily together.

"How lucky I am to have something 
that makes saying goodbye so hard."

-A.A. Milne

Alfred Lord Tennyson once said in some obscure poem of his that everyone pillages for this one line, "Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." Many may disagree.  However, whatever your feelings or thoughts may be, love has meaning.  Even if it doesn't mean the same thing anymore, having it made a difference in your life at one point.  Even if it's not there anymore, it will continue to make a difference in your life--but you get to choose how it does.

And even if you choose for the worse, you'll fall into step somehow while plodding your unnecessarily torturous path and find yourself in a better place.

Whenever I feel tired, broken or hopeless, I always go back to this one song to get me back on track.

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again.

-1:32 On the Radio, Regina Spektor

There are no nots or don'ts or can'ts.  

If there are, you're thinking too much.   

Friday, October 4, 2013

Everything will be ok.

Ease into solitude, drift gently through the blue.

Coast along until you're shore and wave to your goodbyes.  

"In the end, only three things matter; how much you loved, how gently you lived and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you."

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

For those that linger.

Sometimes we get so caught up with planning out the future that we forget about what we have now.  It's usually the things closest to us that we tend to overlook, and that's when it becomes a thing of the past.

I used to believe that if you really loved whoever you were with, you wouldn't break up or take a break because it's bs if you do.  If it's "true" love, you'd stick it out.  But the world likes to screw around and things don't pan out like how you always want it to.  In fact, it usually never does.  Cookie cutter ideals don't translate in reality.

In relationships, some people grow together--for others, they grow apart. I don't mean in feelings necessarily, but in the sense that they need to grow on their own.  Sometimes, when you grow on your own, you need to do it alone to figure out where you are and where you want to be in life in order to have a sense of self.  And then maybe when you do--when you build your own foundation to stand on--you can truly be with another person and stand together.

In the meantime, fondly remember them (but don't dwell in your memories) and move forward--maybe you'll run into them somewhere down the road.  And if you're still thinking about her/him and s/he is still thinking about you then, take a chance and try again.

In the end, if you were meant to be, maybe it doesn't really matter how things work out--just that they do.

If you're wondering, yes, I am still happily in a relationship.