Hate vs. Love

In light of recent events, particularly the 'lynching' that happened in Israel as well as the accusations some social groups have made in regards to religious associations, let me just make myself clear as to my opinion on the matter.

First of all, I am appalled and disgusted with how people have handled certain situations, especially regarding differences in opinion on politics as well as religion. A series of misunderstandings and miscommunications can lead to extreme, rash and violent consequences that could have easily been avoided had people just sat in front of each other and listened. More listening, less accusing.

How many times have you gotten your panties or knickers in a knot simply because you jumped to conclusions and preconceived notions without letting the other person finish what it was they had to say? Most of the time, at least for me, I have to talk what I'm thinking out several times before I feel like I reach a valid & logical point. And I think that goes for everyone.

So before you start putting words in other people's mouths, twisting the words that people say, and phishing for something to get offended about; how bout you take a chill pill, lay off the coffee or meth, and at least try to understand what the opposite party is trying to say.

Even if you don't agree with it, I don't think most people, for the most part, are looking to offend or abuse or try to take away your rights.

I think people need to go to arguing school before they're allowed to debate with others. There is a right and a wrong way to disagree, and lately World, you've been sucking at it. If Debating With Others Respectfully were a test, EVERYONE ON FACEBOOK AND YOUTUBE WOULD FAIL.

If I were to say that I don't like the color orange, did I just say that I don't like the people who like the color orange? NO! I said I didn't like one feature of their beliefs, meaning that the person who does like the color orange is probably a good person and an upstanding citizen, but the fact is that I do not agree with their love of the color orange. The color orange and the individual are two separate entities.

Are you gonna call me a sexist, bigotted, intolerant obscenity? Well, if you are on the apparent kick that most of the world is on, or at least most of AMERICA, then yeah. You're going to choose to be offended, before you hear my resonings of my disagreement with the color orange, and you're going to try to stop me from promoting my belief in the color blue, even though I am not trying to stop you from promoting or defending your love of the color orange.

Now, how fair and just is that? Is trying to stifle and criple my voice, denying my first amendment right, and for lack of a better word, being a tyrant/dictator ethical or moral?

So where am I going with this argument? I have two things, 1.) people need to stop trying to slander and ridicule people simply because they're trying to defend their beliefs, even though you may not agree with them, they have just as much right to say what they want to say as you do. The first amendment goes both ways, sweetheart. & 2.) It should not matter whether you're Arab or Jewish, Christian or Muslim, Republican or Democrat, Male or Female etc, if you want to advocate and uphold whatever beliefs you have, you do not resort to violence or any kind of personal attacks. I mean, I can't believe I'm even HAVING to say this people! This is COMMON SENSE, or did you leave that in your swastika wallet? Did we not learn from Stalin, Hitler, Huissen or Castro?

COME ON.

Gold in Them Hills

Sometimes there's just a weekend that completely drains you of everything.

This was one of them.

It started out with an exploratory interview with a publishing company I would literally kill for (okay maybe not literally, but I'd at least contemplate manslaughter to secure a position there), and ended with a very emotional Bishop's interview.

To spare you all of the nitty gritty unpleasantries, I'll just say this:

Even though there have been some guys in my life who I will always revere and admire, there is at least twice as many of them that have deceived, neglected, manipulated, abused, used and even molested me. Needless to say, even though I've said this before, I really am done dating. I can't seem to trust anyone, or at least give them the benefit of the doubt or be skeptical of their intentions with me.

In church this past Sunday in our dating & marriage class, the Bishop & his wife team-taught about marriage and divorce and keeping a marriage strong. He mentioned the beginning of his courtship with his wife and how he was so sick of the physicality that always inevitably followed dating, that when he and his wife began courting, he refused to even hold her hand for several months.

To some, this would be an incredibly extreme method in dating, even for LDS standards, but I found my eyes welled up with tears as he described this. And that's when I realized that I desperately wanted that for myself. I would absolutely adore a man who respected me that much, who never pushed me to do something I wasn't comfortable with, and who honest to goodness wanted to get to know me for just me and not try to get to know every crevice of my mouth.

I don't know what it is about me that attracts a majority of douchebags, but I'm getting pretty tired of it.

Now I'm not saying this as a "Woe is me" thing, and I am fully aware that I have dated very sweet, kind, caring, compassionate and selfless men. I have many examples of good men in my life. But 70% of them the past few months have been simply awful.

The 30% of them that are good can't seem to commit to me or for whatever reason can't see it going anywhere.

Regardless, I hate to sound like one of those girls who murmurs "You guys are all the same. Only afer one thing" and "I'm gonna focus on my career," but it seems like they are all the same, and my writing my novel, my pursuit of publishing and my growing photography seem to be the only thing that brings me happiness, so I am gonna focus on my career.

Again, I do know that there are great guys to be had and to be found. They just don't seem to be interested in dating me at the present time.

I am happy where I'm at. I'm happy being single because I can finally take care of me and put my own priorities first. I can't say the same thing about some of these scumbags.

To end, I wanted to share this song covered by Katie Melua (who I've fallen in love with all over again.) It's called Gold in Them Hills, and when you listen to it, you'll understand why I chose it for this blog post.

xoxo
Mega-mega

Choose Your Battles

I have always had a hard time being wrong. It's a tough-horse-pill to swallow to say the least. So when I'm right, I am right. And until I am backed up by other sources repeating that I was right I won't stop. I bask in the glory that is being right.

And here's why I am this way. I'm not right 98% of the time. On most everything I know very little about in order to have a successful argument & I usually lack in information on either side of the debacle. So the 2% of the time when I am right, I relish in it. And why shouldn't I? Everyone else triumphs over me when they prove me wrong, so on the rare-once in a Blue moon-event that I am right, I'm gonna milk it for all its worth, baby.

Here's an example:

One time in high school, I was talking to a group of people (the majority were guys) discussing Pepsi vs. Coca Cola products. And the topic turned to my favorite drink of all time, Dr. Pepper. The conversation proceeded like this,

Douchey Guy: Dr. Pepper's a Pepsi product.
Me: No it isn't.
Douchey Guy: Yeah it is! It's always with the Pepsi drinks. It's a Pepsi product.
Me: No it's not. Dr Pepper is its own company. It's not Pepsi or Coke.
Douchey Guy: No it's not...
Me: Uh, yeah it is bro. It's based out of Texas.
Douchey Guy: No it's not.
Me: My BROTHER works for Coca Cola. I know I'm right.
Douchey Guy: No you're not.

After a few minutes of googling the problem, I finally came out on top. I was right. Dr. Pepper was & is its own company & I thoroughly enjoyed rubbing it in his face afterwards. Because every time I have ever been proven wrong by this kid, he made a point to not only gloat to me but to all of his friends & tell everyone he knew that I was wrong about one thing or another.


That is one scenario in which I was right in my 23 years of existence. Now I'm sure I've been right about other things, but they were on a lesser scale because I was correcting someone who never tried to one-up me or prove me wrong about stuff. When they were right they told me and left it at that, and when I was right, I told them & left it at that.

But if some douchey guy, past or present, is on a constant quest to always be the one in the right, always argue with me, and deliberately try to make me feel like I'm stupid, you bet your pretentious ass I'm gonna gloat & rub it in your face when I'm right. You could set your clock by it. It's going to happen. It's all a matter of when.

I'm going to be so happy to find a guy who I can have discussions with and not competitions or arguments with.

xoxo
Mega-Mega