Thursday, May 17, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Pan's Labyrinth... OH.MY.GOD.
I should be in bed. I have to be at my desk by 8. It had not been my intention to watch this movie tonight. As I got in bed about two hours ago, I rolled over and accidentally hit 'Play' on the DVD remote... The movie started playing... I was sucked into it in the very first minute... I didn't, no - couldn't move for the entirety of that movie... wow... I'm still in awe... I'm buying it the second I get out of work today... wow...
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
So... Do you believe in Soul Mates...?
... Like, meeting someone who you just KNOW you're supposed to be with?"
This was a question posed to me by some random dude at Walmart earlier today. Apparently, he was interested in me, so he figured he'd throw that ridiculously corny (not to mention overused) line at me to appeal to my 'inner' sentimental/fairy tale loving side that every female seems to have... Unfortunately for him, I wasn't really in that kind of mood at all... I was hungry, tired, and just wanted to get home before 'How I met your mother' came on...
Dude and his crappy ass lines aside, I did get thinking about the whole 'soul mate' think on the ride home... Actually, since I'm writing about it right now, its safe to say its still on my mind... yes? I digress...
The term 'Soul Mate' has been defined by the dictionary as 'a person with whom one has a strong affinity.' ... Another related concept is that of the twin flame or twin soul – thought to be the ultimate soul mate, the one and only other half of one's soul, for which all souls are driven to find and join.
Of those two definitions, even though its safe to say that the first is the most practical or plausible, most people tend to look to the second connotation as a guide to either choosing their partners or dictating their relationships... I'm 28 years old (29 in ten days, YAY!), and depending on what I'm going through in life (or with whom), my perspective(s) of that term have shifted and changed consistently...
I had plans to write up this really long post about this topic, but somethings come up, so I'm only going to say this now:
Every relationship, regardless of the many shared similarities/affinities of the couple(s), needs work. Lots of work. If you have something special that you know deep inside you is worth preserving, do all you can to preserve it... You'll know when you're with 'that' person... You just will... When you are, do what (ALL) you have to do to remain with him/her, and never take him/her for granted... That is singlehandedly one of THE worst things you could do...
This is corny as all hell, but remember that to get a thing of value or worth, you have to put in the work.... We're told that the process of shaping a rough diamond/rock into a polished gemstone is both an art and a science. Same with relationships... You know...?
Think about it; Even with modern techniques, the cutting and polishing of a diamond crystal always results in a dramatic loss of weight; rarely is it less than 50% .. Along the way, you guys will lose and miss things that might seem (at that very moment) to be extremely important to each individual...They're just baggage though.. you know?... Baggage that would be worth nothing if you didn't have that other person in your life... Learning and even utilizing corny sounding words like compromise... negotiation... accommodation...mutual respect though, you'll end up with a finished product that's so valuable, solid, and pretty much unbreakable, that all your little (and big) battles you fought to get where you are would seem so... inconsequential...
You both (it HAS to be a team effort) do all of that and put in the necessary work, its safe to say your longevity possibilities will be endless... constantly growing, constantly evolving.. that kind of thing.
I have to go now... I'd really like to sit here, and write for a couple of more hours, but like I said, something's come up that has prevented that...'Sides, if I did do that, I wouldn't be practicing what I'm preaching now, would I?.. :=)
Quick Notes:
1. To my girl: Keep your head up chick... You guys will be fine... I promise. You 'know' I was thinking about you when I wrote this, right...? lol.. Let him keep the freaking chair... Trust me, it's NOT that big a deal!! Oh, for the love of God, PLEASE throw that damned book out!!! Not only is not 'NOT' helping things, it's just crap and you know it!..
In COMPLETELY unrelated news,
2. I saw a movie last night that I fell in love with... If you're out there and you happen to be a movie person, you should definitely rent this... It's an independent movie, so you'll probably only recognize a couple of faces... Still though, its great... Check out the trailer... :=)
Dito
Antonio
Laurie
This is just a random scene from the movie.... If you're planning to rent it, you should maybe not watch this... I'm posting this 'just because'....
This was a question posed to me by some random dude at Walmart earlier today. Apparently, he was interested in me, so he figured he'd throw that ridiculously corny (not to mention overused) line at me to appeal to my 'inner' sentimental/fairy tale loving side that every female seems to have... Unfortunately for him, I wasn't really in that kind of mood at all... I was hungry, tired, and just wanted to get home before 'How I met your mother' came on...
Dude and his crappy ass lines aside, I did get thinking about the whole 'soul mate' think on the ride home... Actually, since I'm writing about it right now, its safe to say its still on my mind... yes? I digress...
The term 'Soul Mate' has been defined by the dictionary as 'a person with whom one has a strong affinity.' ... Another related concept is that of the twin flame or twin soul – thought to be the ultimate soul mate, the one and only other half of one's soul, for which all souls are driven to find and join.
Of those two definitions, even though its safe to say that the first is the most practical or plausible, most people tend to look to the second connotation as a guide to either choosing their partners or dictating their relationships... I'm 28 years old (29 in ten days, YAY!), and depending on what I'm going through in life (or with whom), my perspective(s) of that term have shifted and changed consistently...
I had plans to write up this really long post about this topic, but somethings come up, so I'm only going to say this now:
Every relationship, regardless of the many shared similarities/affinities of the couple(s), needs work. Lots of work. If you have something special that you know deep inside you is worth preserving, do all you can to preserve it... You'll know when you're with 'that' person... You just will... When you are, do what (ALL) you have to do to remain with him/her, and never take him/her for granted... That is singlehandedly one of THE worst things you could do...
This is corny as all hell, but remember that to get a thing of value or worth, you have to put in the work.... We're told that the process of shaping a rough diamond/rock into a polished gemstone is both an art and a science. Same with relationships... You know...?
Think about it; Even with modern techniques, the cutting and polishing of a diamond crystal always results in a dramatic loss of weight; rarely is it less than 50% .. Along the way, you guys will lose and miss things that might seem (at that very moment) to be extremely important to each individual...They're just baggage though.. you know?... Baggage that would be worth nothing if you didn't have that other person in your life... Learning and even utilizing corny sounding words like compromise... negotiation... accommodation...mutual respect though, you'll end up with a finished product that's so valuable, solid, and pretty much unbreakable, that all your little (and big) battles you fought to get where you are would seem so... inconsequential...
You both (it HAS to be a team effort) do all of that and put in the necessary work, its safe to say your longevity possibilities will be endless... constantly growing, constantly evolving.. that kind of thing.
I have to go now... I'd really like to sit here, and write for a couple of more hours, but like I said, something's come up that has prevented that...'Sides, if I did do that, I wouldn't be practicing what I'm preaching now, would I?.. :=)
Quick Notes:
1. To my girl: Keep your head up chick... You guys will be fine... I promise. You 'know' I was thinking about you when I wrote this, right...? lol.. Let him keep the freaking chair... Trust me, it's NOT that big a deal!! Oh, for the love of God, PLEASE throw that damned book out!!! Not only is not 'NOT' helping things, it's just crap and you know it!..
In COMPLETELY unrelated news,
2. I saw a movie last night that I fell in love with... If you're out there and you happen to be a movie person, you should definitely rent this... It's an independent movie, so you'll probably only recognize a couple of faces... Still though, its great... Check out the trailer... :=)
Dito
Antonio
Laurie
This is just a random scene from the movie.... If you're planning to rent it, you should maybe not watch this... I'm posting this 'just because'....
Saturday, May 5, 2007
One of my favorite commercials of all time
This is one of the funniest commercials I've ever seen. I have no clue why I find it so amusing, but I crack up each and every time it comes on. Skittles does have some different (weird) commercials, but this one is most definitely one of my favorites... Hands down. lol.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Candy High
My son has just returned from a trip to the circus in Providence with his dad, and I swear the child's trying to channel a bouncy, rubber ball... The kid's so freaking wired, he can't stand still for a second. The first words he uttered - no... I'm sorry, he 'uttered' nothing... He bellowed. The first words he bellowed as he cannon balled into the house were: "MUMMY, GUESS WHAT?!!!!!... DADDY GOT ME LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF COTTON CANDY!!!!!"..
He said something else right after, but I couldn't hear him 'cause my ears were still ringing from his earlier attempt to break decibel records.I turned to his dad who's standing by the door with a sheepish smile on his face, and I swear, I just want to pummel him.
I hear a whirring sound behind me, and thinking he's playing with the vacuum cleaner, turn around to tell him to stop... No.. it's not the vacuum cleaner. The sounds coming from my son who's running circles around my tiny apartment faster than the speed of light.... OK, maybe I'm exaggerating a little... just a little though.
I bid Billy adieu and slam the door shut behind him. I sigh and turn around to deal with the kid who's now singing the jingle to that K9 Advantix commercial... You know the one I'm talking about? With the cute little puppy perched on the tire singing "There ain't no bugs on me"... yes? Ah Well, my son's just running around in circles singing that ONE line over and over and over... except he's moving so fast, (and saying the words equally as fast) that he almost sounds like he's buzzing... like a fly or a mosquito... *sigh*...
I've never seen him this hyper before, and I have no clue how to handle it... I just stand there and watch what looks like a blur race around the apartment. Just when I'm thinking I'm going to scream, the inevitable happens. Jacob runs head first into the end table in the living room. He runs into it with such force that the entire table literally falls apart. (I'd like to say really quick though, that it'd been a little shaky... but still..!). The lamp slams against the wall and shatters into like a million little pieces, books and papers are flung in every direction. It was freaking crazy.
How about Jacob?... Think 'Bowling Pin'. The kid literally slammed his head through the table and into the wall, producing a loud, solid, stomach wrenching, 'crunch', after which he proceeds to topple over sideways like a freaking bowling pin. Literally... body stretched taut and everything. OH.. MY... GOD.
Now, all what I've just described must have happened in less than 3 seconds or something.. To me though, I swear, EVERYTHING was moving incredibly slow ... even sound seemed to slow down for those 3 seconds... It was crazy.. I felt like I was in a movie or something.
Anyway, I dart towards him as fast as I can, but 'just' as I reach him, his little body bounces right back up and scares the living shit out of me. Literally bounces like a freaking yo yo... or one of those blow up punching back things that kids love... you know the ones I'm talking about...? The kind you fill the bottom with sand or water...? Yep.
Well, the kid jumps right up and proceeds to barrage me with a slew of words that are shooting out of his mouth so freaking fast, that they all come out sounding like one long, jumbled word of total rubbish. It's almost as if someone's taken my son's mouth and replaced it some sort of... verbal sub machine gun...capable of firing about a million words a minute or something...
Woooow. Not one single breath or pause between words. When he's done, he take a loud, deep, breath and .... stops. Just like that. I'm staring at him (almost nervously) and he's staring at me. For the first time since he's walked into the house, there's quiet... None of us says anything for about 20 seconds or so... I'm not sure why he's quiet, but I know why I am... I'm shell shocked and traumatized.
Finally, I ask him very quietly if he's OK. He says he is, and tells me his head hadn't hit the wall like I'd thought. I tell him about the crunch I heard, and he giggles as he points at my box of crackers now laying on the floor in pieces. Nevertheless, I pull him into the bathroom and examine him thoroughly from head to toe...
Turns out he was right... he hadn't even broken the table with his head... He'd slammed against it with his thigh. After I'm satisfied that hes not bleeding or hurt, I tell him its time to pick up the living room, then take a shower. He agrees with me, and starts to pick up all his stuff from the living room while I cleaned the glass from the broken lamp.... I'm watching him out of the corner of my eye as he's doing this, and I can literally see him coming down from his sugar high...He's crashing hard.
The rest of the night has gone by without incident. He did a a GREAT job with the living room (He was so proud of himself, he made me take pictures... lol), took a shower, and flopped on the couch. He could barely keep his eyes open by this time...He's in bed now... Passed out cold... Thank God!... Now its my turn to go to bed. I've been sick for the past couple of days, and needed this experience tonight like a freaking bullet to the head...
That was some scary shit tonight... I really thought he had hurt himself really badly... Thank God he's OK...
I want to kick Billy... Hard.
He said something else right after, but I couldn't hear him 'cause my ears were still ringing from his earlier attempt to break decibel records.I turned to his dad who's standing by the door with a sheepish smile on his face, and I swear, I just want to pummel him.
I hear a whirring sound behind me, and thinking he's playing with the vacuum cleaner, turn around to tell him to stop... No.. it's not the vacuum cleaner. The sounds coming from my son who's running circles around my tiny apartment faster than the speed of light.... OK, maybe I'm exaggerating a little... just a little though.
I bid Billy adieu and slam the door shut behind him. I sigh and turn around to deal with the kid who's now singing the jingle to that K9 Advantix commercial... You know the one I'm talking about? With the cute little puppy perched on the tire singing "There ain't no bugs on me"... yes? Ah Well, my son's just running around in circles singing that ONE line over and over and over... except he's moving so fast, (and saying the words equally as fast) that he almost sounds like he's buzzing... like a fly or a mosquito... *sigh*...
I've never seen him this hyper before, and I have no clue how to handle it... I just stand there and watch what looks like a blur race around the apartment. Just when I'm thinking I'm going to scream, the inevitable happens. Jacob runs head first into the end table in the living room. He runs into it with such force that the entire table literally falls apart. (I'd like to say really quick though, that it'd been a little shaky... but still..!). The lamp slams against the wall and shatters into like a million little pieces, books and papers are flung in every direction. It was freaking crazy.
How about Jacob?... Think 'Bowling Pin'. The kid literally slammed his head through the table and into the wall, producing a loud, solid, stomach wrenching, 'crunch', after which he proceeds to topple over sideways like a freaking bowling pin. Literally... body stretched taut and everything. OH.. MY... GOD.
Now, all what I've just described must have happened in less than 3 seconds or something.. To me though, I swear, EVERYTHING was moving incredibly slow ... even sound seemed to slow down for those 3 seconds... It was crazy.. I felt like I was in a movie or something.
Anyway, I dart towards him as fast as I can, but 'just' as I reach him, his little body bounces right back up and scares the living shit out of me. Literally bounces like a freaking yo yo... or one of those blow up punching back things that kids love... you know the ones I'm talking about...? The kind you fill the bottom with sand or water...? Yep.
Well, the kid jumps right up and proceeds to barrage me with a slew of words that are shooting out of his mouth so freaking fast, that they all come out sounding like one long, jumbled word of total rubbish. It's almost as if someone's taken my son's mouth and replaced it some sort of... verbal sub machine gun...capable of firing about a million words a minute or something...
"I'm okay mommy!Wowthatwasfun! IfeltlikeBen1owhenh eturnedintofourarmsand had to fight that alienfrommars!wow!didyouhear my head hit the wallommy?itkindoffeltgood. imsorryimade a messcanicleanitup?pleasepleasepleasepleaselet ecleanitup!i candoagoodjobrmemb erhowicleanedmyroomonsaturday?pleasemommyplease?!!!!!!!!!!"...
Woooow. Not one single breath or pause between words. When he's done, he take a loud, deep, breath and .... stops. Just like that. I'm staring at him (almost nervously) and he's staring at me. For the first time since he's walked into the house, there's quiet... None of us says anything for about 20 seconds or so... I'm not sure why he's quiet, but I know why I am... I'm shell shocked and traumatized.
Finally, I ask him very quietly if he's OK. He says he is, and tells me his head hadn't hit the wall like I'd thought. I tell him about the crunch I heard, and he giggles as he points at my box of crackers now laying on the floor in pieces. Nevertheless, I pull him into the bathroom and examine him thoroughly from head to toe...
Turns out he was right... he hadn't even broken the table with his head... He'd slammed against it with his thigh. After I'm satisfied that hes not bleeding or hurt, I tell him its time to pick up the living room, then take a shower. He agrees with me, and starts to pick up all his stuff from the living room while I cleaned the glass from the broken lamp.... I'm watching him out of the corner of my eye as he's doing this, and I can literally see him coming down from his sugar high...He's crashing hard.
The rest of the night has gone by without incident. He did a a GREAT job with the living room (He was so proud of himself, he made me take pictures... lol), took a shower, and flopped on the couch. He could barely keep his eyes open by this time...He's in bed now... Passed out cold... Thank God!... Now its my turn to go to bed. I've been sick for the past couple of days, and needed this experience tonight like a freaking bullet to the head...
That was some scary shit tonight... I really thought he had hurt himself really badly... Thank God he's OK...
I want to kick Billy... Hard.
Crashing REALLY hard
I was very proud of him. He put all the DVDs back, and picked up all the crap that was scattered on the floor everywhere. He did a great job! :=)...
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Proud To Be White....
Someone put this post up on the 'Rants & Raves' section of Rhode Island's version of craigslist.org. In doing so, he evoked one of 'the' most heated 'racial discussions/arguments' I'd seen in a really long time. I usually try not to get involved in those types of discussions really... I find it to be a volatile, tiresome topic for which there really isn't a solution... Too many variables involved.
Anyway, something about this particular post got to me... I'm not sure what, but I was irked to high heavens. I think it was the manner in which it was written... I mean, its apparent that the writer just took a bunch of 'half-truths', and strew them all together to give the illusion of fact or credibility... I read the post and many responses for a while, then decided that I just 'had' to say something back...I don't know why exactly... Whatever the case, I got pissed and wrote my own response... I was quite happy with what I came up with. Anyway, I don't want to lose it, so I thought I'd post it here, and in doing so, kill two birds with one stone; I get to not only keep and maintain a record of it, but I get to share it with you guys as well ...
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YOU wrote:
Someone else besides me finally said it. How many are actually paying attention to this?
There are African Americans, Mexican Americans, Asian Americans, Arab Americans, Native Americans, etc. and then there are just Americans.
You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction. You call me "White boy," "Cracker," "Honkey," "Whitey," "Caveman" and that's OK.
But when I call you, Nigger, Kike, Towelhead, Sand-nigger, Camel Jockey, Spic, Gook, or Chink you call me a racist.
You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live?
You have the United Negro College Fund.
You have Martin Luther King Day.
You have Black History Month.
You have Cesar Chavez Day.
You have Yom Hashoah.
You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi.
You have the NAACP.
You have BET.
If we had WET(White Entertainment Television) we'd be racists.
If we had a White Pride Day you would call us racists.
If we had White History Month, we'd be racists.
If we had any organization for only whites to "advance" our lives, we'd be racists.
We have a Hispanic Chamber of Commerce, a Black Chamber of Commerce, and then we just have the plain Chamber of Commerce. Wonder who pays for that?
If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships, you know we'd be racists. There are over 60 openly proclaimed Black Colleges in the US, yet if there were "White colleges" that would be a racist college.
In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights. If we marched for our race and rights, you would call us racists.
You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you're not afraid to announce it. But when we announce our white pride, you call us racists.
You rob us, carjack us, and shoot at us. But, when a white police officer shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer running from the law and posing a threat to society, you call him a racist.
I am proud. But, you call me a racist.
Why is it that only whites can be racists?
MY Response:
OK, so I'm a 28 year old African American woman, and I agree with everything the original poster wrote about being White and Proud.. A white man SHOULD be able to be proud of who/what he is without fearing backlash from the world. When I stand in front of a room full of people and declare loudly that I am "Black and Proud", I'm greeted with applause and smiles... Were a white man to do that, he'd not only get booed, but he'd probably find himself getting questioned by the authorities looking for a 'motive'... I mean, he'd HAVE to be racist, right? Why else would he have made said declaration...?
So, I say we do something about this... We ask questions and get answers... right? Find out exactly WHY/HOW all of this is able to happen in the world we live in... Here's what we do;
We gather up a team of THE smartest scientists, physicists, mathematicians we can, then commission them to build us a fully functional time machine. After it’s completed, we transport ourselves ALL the way back to 1600s when the first slaves were brought to the Americas. When we get there (or then), we sit those first slave owners down and ask them as earnestly as we can 'WHY' they felt the need to go to a different continent to bring back HUMANS to work for them like animals. We'll ask them WHY they thought it OK to go halfway across the world to uproot and separate millions of families for monetary gain/wealth.
When we're done with them, we'll go a little into the future to a time when slavery has already been abolished. What we'll do at that time is question the 'regular' Americans... You know..? The Average Joes ... We'll ask about segregation and the very many cases of unprovoked violence/murder/crime against people of color... We'll ask them why black children weren't allowed to attend the same schools as their white counterparts... Why a black man couldn't just walk into a nice Caucasian owned restaurant, and ask to be served... That kind of thing, those kind of questions... you know?
Lets be honest with ourselves here... After all is said and done, I doubt that even ONE of those people questioned would give the right answer(s) to any of the questions asked. Regardless of how it’s looked at, or from what angle, it's nothing but greed, laziness, and pure hate that has brought us to where we are today.
You resent your inability to be 'white and proud', you resent the very many minority owned/founded/powered organizations that exist in America today... You point out everything negative that can possibly be associated with minorities... In your blatant ignorance, you even DARE question the African American man's 'march for rights', in an incredibly display of moronic prowess, point out that were you (as a Caucasian male) to do the same, you would be called racist...
I'm sorry... I'm confused... WHAT rights, would you be marching for? I'm just curious...
• Was it not a Caucasian that stumbled on occupied land and YET still claimed it not only as his discovery, but to be his very own?
• When opposition arose from the original land owners (The Indians), didn't these same Caucasians declare them to be the enemy and wage a swift, bloody, and unfair war against them for 'their' land?
• Was it not a group of Caucasians that after settling on said land, decided to travel to the other side of the world to BRING other humans (against their will, I might add) to toil it for them?...
• Haven't these same Caucasians over the years (and to this very day), effectively and swiftly removed ALL that have dared stand in their way? ... If not, to be fair, have they not tried?... So, these rights that have been deprived you... the ones you'd like to march for... what would they be?
Listen, it’s not my intention to start a debate here. This is not the first racially themed post I've read... This one just struck a chord with me because whoever wrote it appears to think he/she is making sense. My goodness people, NO ONE is telling you not to be White and Proud. Has it maybe occurred to you that the reason you don't hear a lot of such declarations is because there's very little need for it? You've had to fight ONE major war for freedom (from the British Empire), and this is celebrated every year on the 4th of July. I mean, think about it...
Ok, A BREAKDOWN:
There are African Americans, Mexican Americans, Asian Americans, Arab Americans, Native Americans, etc. and then there are just Americans.
Um... Show me someone who's 'just' American, and I'll be sure retract everything I've written on here... Immigrants make up the America of today that we all know and love. Immigrants... (You 'are' aware that Columbus was Italian... right?)... EVERY white American I know today is 'part' something or the other. Even you... the original poster. Just to clarify though, allow me point out that:
African Americans are called that because they originated from Africa.
Mexican Americans are called that because they originated from Mexico.
Asian Americans are called that because they originated from Asia.
Arab Americans are called that because they originated from the Arab Nations.
This one's my personal favorite…
So.........
Native Americans are called that simply because they were here first. It was THEIR land...
You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction. You call me "White boy," "Cracker," "Honkey," "Whitey," "Caveman" and that's OK.
No. It's not OK. It's wrong. As a black woman, I can't recollect ONE single instance I've done that..... I've never seen any of my friends do that either…Over the years, I’ve attended schools, visited stores, and walked in public parks… I honestly have witnessed no such incident.
But when I call you, Nigger, Kike, Towelhead, Sand-nigger, Camel Jockey, Spic, Gook, or Chink you call me a racist.
Yes, I do... Yes, I will. Why? Because like the aforementioned words, these are hateful, racist slurs. If however, the day comes when I (an African American) should walk up to you and call you a racist name to your face, PLEASE feel free to call me one back. There should be no exceptions to this rule. None at all... (I do have to say that I do feel like you're reaching with this one as well though... Really. It just doesn’t seem ‘commonplace’ enough to be 'relatable' to, you know?)
You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live?
What's this have to do with anything? Do you HONESTLY think only minorities live in the ghetto? I don't live in the ghetto myself, but I'll tell you this; If I had to choose, I'd pick living in the ghetto - where I'd at least be given the opportunity of identifying and avoiding the dangerous threats, over living in suburbia where my chances of being murdered and decapitated by my seemingly perfect Caucasian husband would go up every time I got pregnant... Scott Peterson, anyone?...
You have the United Negro College Fund.
Yes. Yes we do. What's your point? Have YOU given money to the United Negro College Fund? Have donations to said fund been garnished from your wages? Nope. Do they ask YOU for money? Nope. Also, it might do you good to do a little bit of research before you throw future tantrums. You might be surprised to learn that contrary to its name, the UNCF funds scholarships for students of ALL ethnic groups, NOT just African Americans... (Bet you didn't know that, did you?).
You have Martin Luther King Day.
Yes. We do indeed. A day was set aside to honor a man who took the fight for equality and respect for the American Negro to new heights. What's wrong with that? I should also point out that A LOT of businesses don't acknowledge this day. Bet if you got the day off with pay, you'd take it though, right?
You have Black History Month.
Oui. We do indeed... Maybe you should use YOUR remaining 11 months to learn more about White History.
You have Cesar Chavez Day
Wow... really? Does it make you feel better that this holiday is observed in only FOUR states? And do you HONESTLY view this day as a 'Mexican Day'? *sigh*... Once again, you display your ineptitude for intelligence... are you at least one of those people who won’t eat anything grown, bred, or manufactured on a farm? I hope so, because this day was set aside to honor him as the co-founder of the National Farm Workers Association (which later became the United Farm Workers).
He is considered a hero for farm laborers because his work led to numerous improvements for union workers. So explain to me why he doesn't deserve it...? Or better still; explain to the farmers who are able to accomplish everything they can today, because of battles HE fought.
You have Yom Hashoah.
So what you're saying is that you think it unfair that a day was set aside in remembrance of the SIX MILLION Jews who died in the Holocaust. That's what you're saying? Well, I guess I can see where you're coming from with that... When SIX MILLION Proud, White, Americans are mass murdered, we should DEFINITELY have a day set aside for their remembrance as well... Till then, you should shut up about things like this. I don't get it though... How is this even relevant to your being white and proud? Also, is this EVEN observed in the U.S??? If memory serves me right, it's an ISREALI holiday!!
You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi.
I'm not Muslim, but yes... Muslims have Ma'uled Al-Nabi. It’s the day they celebrate the birthday of their prophet. I believe Christians (yes, even PROUD, WHITE, ones) have a 'special day' they set aside to celebrate the birthday of their foremost prophet/savior/messiah... I think its December 25th or something like that...no? What do they call that again...? Christmas Day, or something like that...
You have the NAACP
*sigh*... NAACP? Really? Are you even aware that some of the FOUNDING members of this organization were NOT black? The founding members were Black, Jewish, and White! If we must get technical though, YES, 'we' have the NAACP to fight for the advancement of colored minorities. There are quite a number of organizations who have been put together to fight for the advancement of the proud, WHITE, majority. They are:
* Afrikaner Weerstandsbeweging
* American Front
* American Nazi Party
* Aryan Brotherhood
* Aryan Nations
* Australia First
* Blood and Honor
* British National Front
* Canadian Ethnic Cleansing Team
* Canadian Heritage Alliance
* Combat 18
* Council of Conservative Citizens
* Confederate Hammer Skins
* Creativity Movement (formerly World Church of the Creator)
* Forsyth County Defense League
* Hammerskins
* Heritage Front
* Hrisi Avgi
* Ku Klux Klan
* Libertarian National Socialist Green Party
* National Alliance
* National Association for the Advancement of White People
* National Socialist Movement of Denmark
* National Socialist Movement (United Kingdom)
* National Socialist Movement (United States)
* Nationalist Party of Canada
* Northern Alliance (White supremacist organization)
* Imperium Europa
* Patriotic Youth League
* Russian National Unity
* The Order
* The Posse Comitatus
* Tri-City Skins
* Vigrid
* Volksfront
* Western Canada For Us
* White Aryan Resistance
* White Citizens' Council
* White Patriot Party
I rest my case.
You have BET. If we had WET(White Entertainment Television) we'd be racists:
We sure as heck do! I don’t have a Satellite dish so I don’t get as many channels; I have Digital Cable (Without Showtime), and I want to say that I receive about 200 channels. Of these 200 that I get on my TV, only ONE is targeting the African American population. ONE. Does it change things a little bit that BET is owned by Viacom who also owns MTV?... I mean, do you feel a little better now?
If we had a White Pride Day you would call us racists:
I covered this way earlier. Darn those WHITE homosexuals though, huh? They get to be white and STILL have something to march about.
If we had White History Month, we'd be racists:
*sigh*... Dude, you're awfully redundant, don't you think?
If we had any organization for only whites to "advance" our lives, we'd be racists.
You make no sense here. I already pointed out that there is NO one organization intended SOLELY for non-whites.
We have a Hispanic Chamber of Commerce, a Black Chamber of Commerce, and then we just have the plain Chamber of Commerce. Wonder who pays for that?
Not you. These organizations are non-profit, and survive off of donations, grants, and sponsorships. What’s your point?
If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships, you know we'd be racists. There are over 60 openly proclaimed Black Colleges in the US, yet if there were "White colleges" that would be a racist college.
Again, there are no 'Black Only' scholarships. Ooooh, you're not going to like this one, but there are actually 114 historically black colleges in the United States which vary between two year and four year institutions and public and private funding. Let's explore why:
Historically black colleges and universities were established before 1964 with the intention of serving the African American community. Why? Well, because the PROUD, WHITE American refused to have Negros attend the same school as him and his children.
In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights. If we marched for our race and rights, you would call us racists:
See paragraphs 2 & 3
You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you're not afraid to announce it. But when we announce our white pride, you call us racists.
No. No, we don't. It's when you announce it with little or no tolerance, regard or respect for other ethnicities/races that we call you racist. That makes sense, right?
You rob us, carjack us, and shoot at us. But, when a white police officer shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer running from the law and posing a threat to society, you call him a racist.
Wow, darn those blacks and their crimes! They should learn from their white counterparts... The ones who shoot and kill innocent kids in schools... The ones who go out of their way to assassinate US Presidents and iconic musicians... The ones who kill their children in cold blood and blame it on postpartum depression. The ones who kill their wives and unborn kids then go fishing... Also, what do we call a White Police Office when he shoots at or beats a white drug dealer? (I'm just curious)...
I am proud. But, you call me a racist.
No. I call you proud. Till you prove otherwise with your actions and your words. The same applies to everyone.
Why is it that only whites can be racists?
No one intelligent has said that. You just assumed it.
Anyway, something about this particular post got to me... I'm not sure what, but I was irked to high heavens. I think it was the manner in which it was written... I mean, its apparent that the writer just took a bunch of 'half-truths', and strew them all together to give the illusion of fact or credibility... I read the post and many responses for a while, then decided that I just 'had' to say something back...I don't know why exactly... Whatever the case, I got pissed and wrote my own response... I was quite happy with what I came up with. Anyway, I don't want to lose it, so I thought I'd post it here, and in doing so, kill two birds with one stone; I get to not only keep and maintain a record of it, but I get to share it with you guys as well ...
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YOU wrote:
PROUD TO BE WHITE
Someone else besides me finally said it. How many are actually paying attention to this?
There are African Americans, Mexican Americans, Asian Americans, Arab Americans, Native Americans, etc. and then there are just Americans.
You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction. You call me "White boy," "Cracker," "Honkey," "Whitey," "Caveman" and that's OK.
But when I call you, Nigger, Kike, Towelhead, Sand-nigger, Camel Jockey, Spic, Gook, or Chink you call me a racist.
You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live?
You have the United Negro College Fund.
You have Martin Luther King Day.
You have Black History Month.
You have Cesar Chavez Day.
You have Yom Hashoah.
You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi.
You have the NAACP.
You have BET.
If we had WET(White Entertainment Television) we'd be racists.
If we had a White Pride Day you would call us racists.
If we had White History Month, we'd be racists.
If we had any organization for only whites to "advance" our lives, we'd be racists.
We have a Hispanic Chamber of Commerce, a Black Chamber of Commerce, and then we just have the plain Chamber of Commerce. Wonder who pays for that?
If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships, you know we'd be racists. There are over 60 openly proclaimed Black Colleges in the US, yet if there were "White colleges" that would be a racist college.
In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights. If we marched for our race and rights, you would call us racists.
You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you're not afraid to announce it. But when we announce our white pride, you call us racists.
You rob us, carjack us, and shoot at us. But, when a white police officer shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer running from the law and posing a threat to society, you call him a racist.
I am proud. But, you call me a racist.
Why is it that only whites can be racists?
MY Response:
OK, so I'm a 28 year old African American woman, and I agree with everything the original poster wrote about being White and Proud.. A white man SHOULD be able to be proud of who/what he is without fearing backlash from the world. When I stand in front of a room full of people and declare loudly that I am "Black and Proud", I'm greeted with applause and smiles... Were a white man to do that, he'd not only get booed, but he'd probably find himself getting questioned by the authorities looking for a 'motive'... I mean, he'd HAVE to be racist, right? Why else would he have made said declaration...?
So, I say we do something about this... We ask questions and get answers... right? Find out exactly WHY/HOW all of this is able to happen in the world we live in... Here's what we do;
We gather up a team of THE smartest scientists, physicists, mathematicians we can, then commission them to build us a fully functional time machine. After it’s completed, we transport ourselves ALL the way back to 1600s when the first slaves were brought to the Americas. When we get there (or then), we sit those first slave owners down and ask them as earnestly as we can 'WHY' they felt the need to go to a different continent to bring back HUMANS to work for them like animals. We'll ask them WHY they thought it OK to go halfway across the world to uproot and separate millions of families for monetary gain/wealth.
When we're done with them, we'll go a little into the future to a time when slavery has already been abolished. What we'll do at that time is question the 'regular' Americans... You know..? The Average Joes ... We'll ask about segregation and the very many cases of unprovoked violence/murder/crime against people of color... We'll ask them why black children weren't allowed to attend the same schools as their white counterparts... Why a black man couldn't just walk into a nice Caucasian owned restaurant, and ask to be served... That kind of thing, those kind of questions... you know?
Lets be honest with ourselves here... After all is said and done, I doubt that even ONE of those people questioned would give the right answer(s) to any of the questions asked. Regardless of how it’s looked at, or from what angle, it's nothing but greed, laziness, and pure hate that has brought us to where we are today.
You resent your inability to be 'white and proud', you resent the very many minority owned/founded/powered organizations that exist in America today... You point out everything negative that can possibly be associated with minorities... In your blatant ignorance, you even DARE question the African American man's 'march for rights', in an incredibly display of moronic prowess, point out that were you (as a Caucasian male) to do the same, you would be called racist...
I'm sorry... I'm confused... WHAT rights, would you be marching for? I'm just curious...
• Was it not a Caucasian that stumbled on occupied land and YET still claimed it not only as his discovery, but to be his very own?
• When opposition arose from the original land owners (The Indians), didn't these same Caucasians declare them to be the enemy and wage a swift, bloody, and unfair war against them for 'their' land?
• Was it not a group of Caucasians that after settling on said land, decided to travel to the other side of the world to BRING other humans (against their will, I might add) to toil it for them?...
• Haven't these same Caucasians over the years (and to this very day), effectively and swiftly removed ALL that have dared stand in their way? ... If not, to be fair, have they not tried?... So, these rights that have been deprived you... the ones you'd like to march for... what would they be?
Listen, it’s not my intention to start a debate here. This is not the first racially themed post I've read... This one just struck a chord with me because whoever wrote it appears to think he/she is making sense. My goodness people, NO ONE is telling you not to be White and Proud. Has it maybe occurred to you that the reason you don't hear a lot of such declarations is because there's very little need for it? You've had to fight ONE major war for freedom (from the British Empire), and this is celebrated every year on the 4th of July. I mean, think about it...
Ok, A BREAKDOWN:
There are African Americans, Mexican Americans, Asian Americans, Arab Americans, Native Americans, etc. and then there are just Americans.
Um... Show me someone who's 'just' American, and I'll be sure retract everything I've written on here... Immigrants make up the America of today that we all know and love. Immigrants... (You 'are' aware that Columbus was Italian... right?)... EVERY white American I know today is 'part' something or the other. Even you... the original poster. Just to clarify though, allow me point out that:
African Americans are called that because they originated from Africa.
Mexican Americans are called that because they originated from Mexico.
Asian Americans are called that because they originated from Asia.
Arab Americans are called that because they originated from the Arab Nations.
This one's my personal favorite…
Native (Definition)
1. Being a member of the original inhabitants of a particular place.
2. Of, belonging to, or characteristic of such inhabitants: native dress; the native diet of Polynesia.
3. Being the place or environment in which a person was born or a thing came into being:
1. Being a member of the original inhabitants of a particular place.
2. Of, belonging to, or characteristic of such inhabitants: native dress; the native diet of Polynesia.
3. Being the place or environment in which a person was born or a thing came into being:
So.........
Native Americans are called that simply because they were here first. It was THEIR land...
You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction. You call me "White boy," "Cracker," "Honkey," "Whitey," "Caveman" and that's OK.
No. It's not OK. It's wrong. As a black woman, I can't recollect ONE single instance I've done that..... I've never seen any of my friends do that either…Over the years, I’ve attended schools, visited stores, and walked in public parks… I honestly have witnessed no such incident.
But when I call you, Nigger, Kike, Towelhead, Sand-nigger, Camel Jockey, Spic, Gook, or Chink you call me a racist.
Yes, I do... Yes, I will. Why? Because like the aforementioned words, these are hateful, racist slurs. If however, the day comes when I (an African American) should walk up to you and call you a racist name to your face, PLEASE feel free to call me one back. There should be no exceptions to this rule. None at all... (I do have to say that I do feel like you're reaching with this one as well though... Really. It just doesn’t seem ‘commonplace’ enough to be 'relatable' to, you know?)
You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live?
What's this have to do with anything? Do you HONESTLY think only minorities live in the ghetto? I don't live in the ghetto myself, but I'll tell you this; If I had to choose, I'd pick living in the ghetto - where I'd at least be given the opportunity of identifying and avoiding the dangerous threats, over living in suburbia where my chances of being murdered and decapitated by my seemingly perfect Caucasian husband would go up every time I got pregnant... Scott Peterson, anyone?...
You have the United Negro College Fund.
Yes. Yes we do. What's your point? Have YOU given money to the United Negro College Fund? Have donations to said fund been garnished from your wages? Nope. Do they ask YOU for money? Nope. Also, it might do you good to do a little bit of research before you throw future tantrums. You might be surprised to learn that contrary to its name, the UNCF funds scholarships for students of ALL ethnic groups, NOT just African Americans... (Bet you didn't know that, did you?).
You have Martin Luther King Day.
Yes. We do indeed. A day was set aside to honor a man who took the fight for equality and respect for the American Negro to new heights. What's wrong with that? I should also point out that A LOT of businesses don't acknowledge this day. Bet if you got the day off with pay, you'd take it though, right?
You have Black History Month.
Oui. We do indeed... Maybe you should use YOUR remaining 11 months to learn more about White History.
You have Cesar Chavez Day
Wow... really? Does it make you feel better that this holiday is observed in only FOUR states? And do you HONESTLY view this day as a 'Mexican Day'? *sigh*... Once again, you display your ineptitude for intelligence... are you at least one of those people who won’t eat anything grown, bred, or manufactured on a farm? I hope so, because this day was set aside to honor him as the co-founder of the National Farm Workers Association (which later became the United Farm Workers).
He is considered a hero for farm laborers because his work led to numerous improvements for union workers. So explain to me why he doesn't deserve it...? Or better still; explain to the farmers who are able to accomplish everything they can today, because of battles HE fought.
You have Yom Hashoah.
So what you're saying is that you think it unfair that a day was set aside in remembrance of the SIX MILLION Jews who died in the Holocaust. That's what you're saying? Well, I guess I can see where you're coming from with that... When SIX MILLION Proud, White, Americans are mass murdered, we should DEFINITELY have a day set aside for their remembrance as well... Till then, you should shut up about things like this. I don't get it though... How is this even relevant to your being white and proud? Also, is this EVEN observed in the U.S??? If memory serves me right, it's an ISREALI holiday!!
You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi.
I'm not Muslim, but yes... Muslims have Ma'uled Al-Nabi. It’s the day they celebrate the birthday of their prophet. I believe Christians (yes, even PROUD, WHITE, ones) have a 'special day' they set aside to celebrate the birthday of their foremost prophet/savior/messiah... I think its December 25th or something like that...no? What do they call that again...? Christmas Day, or something like that...
You have the NAACP
*sigh*... NAACP? Really? Are you even aware that some of the FOUNDING members of this organization were NOT black? The founding members were Black, Jewish, and White! If we must get technical though, YES, 'we' have the NAACP to fight for the advancement of colored minorities. There are quite a number of organizations who have been put together to fight for the advancement of the proud, WHITE, majority. They are:
* Afrikaner Weerstandsbeweging
* American Front
* American Nazi Party
* Aryan Brotherhood
* Aryan Nations
* Australia First
* Blood and Honor
* British National Front
* Canadian Ethnic Cleansing Team
* Canadian Heritage Alliance
* Combat 18
* Council of Conservative Citizens
* Confederate Hammer Skins
* Creativity Movement (formerly World Church of the Creator)
* Forsyth County Defense League
* Hammerskins
* Heritage Front
* Hrisi Avgi
* Ku Klux Klan
* Libertarian National Socialist Green Party
* National Alliance
* National Association for the Advancement of White People
* National Socialist Movement of Denmark
* National Socialist Movement (United Kingdom)
* National Socialist Movement (United States)
* Nationalist Party of Canada
* Northern Alliance (White supremacist organization)
* Imperium Europa
* Patriotic Youth League
* Russian National Unity
* The Order
* The Posse Comitatus
* Tri-City Skins
* Vigrid
* Volksfront
* Western Canada For Us
* White Aryan Resistance
* White Citizens' Council
* White Patriot Party
I rest my case.
You have BET. If we had WET(White Entertainment Television) we'd be racists:
We sure as heck do! I don’t have a Satellite dish so I don’t get as many channels; I have Digital Cable (Without Showtime), and I want to say that I receive about 200 channels. Of these 200 that I get on my TV, only ONE is targeting the African American population. ONE. Does it change things a little bit that BET is owned by Viacom who also owns MTV?... I mean, do you feel a little better now?
If we had a White Pride Day you would call us racists:
I covered this way earlier. Darn those WHITE homosexuals though, huh? They get to be white and STILL have something to march about.
If we had White History Month, we'd be racists:
*sigh*... Dude, you're awfully redundant, don't you think?
If we had any organization for only whites to "advance" our lives, we'd be racists.
You make no sense here. I already pointed out that there is NO one organization intended SOLELY for non-whites.
We have a Hispanic Chamber of Commerce, a Black Chamber of Commerce, and then we just have the plain Chamber of Commerce. Wonder who pays for that?
Not you. These organizations are non-profit, and survive off of donations, grants, and sponsorships. What’s your point?
If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships, you know we'd be racists. There are over 60 openly proclaimed Black Colleges in the US, yet if there were "White colleges" that would be a racist college.
Again, there are no 'Black Only' scholarships. Ooooh, you're not going to like this one, but there are actually 114 historically black colleges in the United States which vary between two year and four year institutions and public and private funding. Let's explore why:
Historically black colleges and universities were established before 1964 with the intention of serving the African American community. Why? Well, because the PROUD, WHITE American refused to have Negros attend the same school as him and his children.
In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights. If we marched for our race and rights, you would call us racists:
See paragraphs 2 & 3
You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you're not afraid to announce it. But when we announce our white pride, you call us racists.
No. No, we don't. It's when you announce it with little or no tolerance, regard or respect for other ethnicities/races that we call you racist. That makes sense, right?
You rob us, carjack us, and shoot at us. But, when a white police officer shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer running from the law and posing a threat to society, you call him a racist.
Wow, darn those blacks and their crimes! They should learn from their white counterparts... The ones who shoot and kill innocent kids in schools... The ones who go out of their way to assassinate US Presidents and iconic musicians... The ones who kill their children in cold blood and blame it on postpartum depression. The ones who kill their wives and unborn kids then go fishing... Also, what do we call a White Police Office when he shoots at or beats a white drug dealer? (I'm just curious)...
I am proud. But, you call me a racist.
No. I call you proud. Till you prove otherwise with your actions and your words. The same applies to everyone.
Why is it that only whites can be racists?
No one intelligent has said that. You just assumed it.
A cough and midnight filth...
I don't know whats going on with me but I'm sick again... I have this cough that won't go away, and my head is in agonizing pain *sigh*... It's 3:35 AM, and I'm sitting at my desk forced to watch this horrible show on HBO called Real Sex. I'm no prude, but this is some disturbing shit... I don't know where my remote is, and I'm too weak/lazy/tired to get up to change the channel... I was thinking that I'd probably sit here all night and maybe get some writing done, but the longer I sit here, the more I'm starting to think this show just might be that much needed motivator to get me to go to bed.
3:42 am
There's a naked girl lying on a bed with her legs wide open as she's.... 'pleasured' (for lack of a better word) by a large, prosthetic penis, powered by this humongous mechanical... machine called 'The Goat Milker'.... This is some freaking sick shit, and I'd like to know first off, WHY/HOW the freak this is on HBO??!!! I feel like I'm watching some dirty pay per view movie!!
3:45 am
Now, theres some sort of pageant (Miss Black Nude Queen) in which a bunch of naked, shiny females walk out on stage stark naked to display their different .... 'talents'.... Oh. my. goodness.... Wooooow! That is some limber human... This one girl has contorted her body into... I don't even know... where are her arms...?... wait... Oh... Shit....That's just sick, and I'd like to say that ANY man that even gets turned on by that is even more sick... Gross...
3:48 am
That does it... I'm going to bed. Some chick just won an award (yes, award) for being the "Best Masturbator of 2003", and she thanked God in her acceptance speech.... Can you fathom that?I mean, really... can you?... WHERE is my freaking remote???!!!
This is some messed up shit... I'm going to bed. I feel ... dirty now, and thanks to this freaking channel, I not only have a bitter taste in my mouth, I doubt that I can ever look at a banana, cucumber, or carrot (yes carrot), the same way ever again. *shudder*
3:42 am
There's a naked girl lying on a bed with her legs wide open as she's.... 'pleasured' (for lack of a better word) by a large, prosthetic penis, powered by this humongous mechanical... machine called 'The Goat Milker'.... This is some freaking sick shit, and I'd like to know first off, WHY/HOW the freak this is on HBO??!!! I feel like I'm watching some dirty pay per view movie!!
3:45 am
Now, theres some sort of pageant (Miss Black Nude Queen) in which a bunch of naked, shiny females walk out on stage stark naked to display their different .... 'talents'.... Oh. my. goodness.... Wooooow! That is some limber human... This one girl has contorted her body into... I don't even know... where are her arms...?... wait... Oh... Shit....That's just sick, and I'd like to say that ANY man that even gets turned on by that is even more sick... Gross...
3:48 am
That does it... I'm going to bed. Some chick just won an award (yes, award) for being the "Best Masturbator of 2003", and she thanked God in her acceptance speech.... Can you fathom that?I mean, really... can you?... WHERE is my freaking remote???!!!
This is some messed up shit... I'm going to bed. I feel ... dirty now, and thanks to this freaking channel, I not only have a bitter taste in my mouth, I doubt that I can ever look at a banana, cucumber, or carrot (yes carrot), the same way ever again. *shudder*
Sunday, April 29, 2007
All Alone...
My uncle died on Friday... He was 52 years old. Being that he was unmarried with no kids, he died all by himself in his house, and was only discovered when his alarmed house keeper had his front door broken down because he wouldn't respond to her calls. Apparently, she could see him lying on his couch in front of the TV...
His death left my mom the only surviving member of her immediate family. In the past four years my mom has lost her father and all three of her brothers... She's had to stand in front of four different open coffins, and stare at the corpses of the people she's called 'family' for all her life. All of them died unexpected deaths too... Except my grandfather, I guess... He lived a very full, fulfilled life... Didn't make his death any less painful though, you know?
What must that be like, I wonder? Knowing that you're the last surviving member of your family? Don't get me wrong; My other two uncles had children... two girls and a boy, and my mom has my sister and I... Still though, it's not the same...
I don't know... Its been a weird, emotional weekend for me... Ups and downs galore, and I just had to write something about this...
His death left my mom the only surviving member of her immediate family. In the past four years my mom has lost her father and all three of her brothers... She's had to stand in front of four different open coffins, and stare at the corpses of the people she's called 'family' for all her life. All of them died unexpected deaths too... Except my grandfather, I guess... He lived a very full, fulfilled life... Didn't make his death any less painful though, you know?
What must that be like, I wonder? Knowing that you're the last surviving member of your family? Don't get me wrong; My other two uncles had children... two girls and a boy, and my mom has my sister and I... Still though, it's not the same...
I don't know... Its been a weird, emotional weekend for me... Ups and downs galore, and I just had to write something about this...
Monday, April 23, 2007
About Michael, Angela, and a broken heart...
The events in this post took place about three weeks ago... I was so affected by said events that I went home and wrote about all that happened... Well, I just saw something on TV that reminded me of that day, so I figured I'd put the post up/on here. FYI: This is NOT made up. It's a true story.
Wednesday April 04, 2006.
The craziest thing happened to me after work today. I was standing in line at this little store close to my house when a couple walked up to join the line.. Looking at them, I'd say they were both in their teens.. He had his arm around her, and she had her head sort of resting on his shoulder. They got in line behind me and promptly started making out...
At first, I did what was expected, and politely diverted my eyes... I'd glance at the cashier (who appeared to be a trainee on his first day working the register) behind the counter and sigh impatiently from time to time... I glance at the couple every now and then and chuckle in that good-natured/understanding way we tend to when faced with young love...
My amusement however, rapidly turns to bewilderment, fascination, and awe, as I realize (after about three straight minutes) that neither of the kids has come up for air. His arm is wrapped tightly around her waist, and both her arms equally as tight around his neck. Wow...
I'm blatantly staring at them both and find myself having to fight the increasing urge to forcefully pry them apart just to check their vitals...
"Can I help you?"
It's the cashier telling me its my turn... I turn around to face him and plop my items on the counter. I'm looking in my purse for my card when I realize that my items are not moving... They're not getting scanned... I look up at the cashier, and he too, seems to be in some kind of shock... He's standing there staring at them with THE most incredible look on his face... I'm not sure what it is exactly, but its not the kind of look you'd expect to see on the face of one watching a random couple make out.
He seems completely frozen and unable to move and I could swear that his jaw is twitching.
"Um... I'm ready..", I murmur..
No response.
"Hello..!?", I say quite loudly... I'd go as far as saying I 'yelled quietly'... (Yes, I'm aware its an oxymoron)...
No response.
"HELLO!"... Definitely a yell.
He starts a little and looks at me as though seeing me for the first time.
"I'd like to pay for these please..." I start to say, when I notice he's no longer there. I look around and see him walking around the long counter to come to where we were all standing in line...um... ok... I'm starting to get a little freaked out.. (not to mention freaking pissed)...
He walks slowly up to the couple making out and taps the girl on her shoulder... She reluctantly disentagles herself from the boy whose face she was just latched on to (seemingly for dear life), and turns around with a love filled smile on her face. That look changes instantly to shock when she sees who has just tapped her...
Girl: "Oh my God!", Oh my God!, Oh my God!! She shrieks in very rapid succession. Michael, what are you doing here??!!!
Cashier: "I work here now. My mom said I had to get a job if I wanted my 4 wheeler!... What are YOU doing here Angela??! You told me you were going by Karens!!!, and WHO THE FUCK IS HE?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Oh....shit.
The cashier (Michael) pretty much bellows out the last question, spraying all of us in close proximity thoroughly and liberally with spit... He's a mess, and is so emotional/hysterical, his entire body is shaking. She seems to be faring no better, and has fallen to her knees sobbing... The earlier object of her affection has taken a step back and seems to have blended in with the growing crowd of onlookers...
All us customers seem to have lost our ability to function, and for a couple of seconds, all you hear in that store are the sounds Michael and Angela make as they cry... It was freaking surreal. Finally, a door in the back bursts open, and out comes an older (early 30s) woman wiping her mouth with a napkin... 'Boss lady's' lunch has apparently been interrupted.
To her credit, she handled the situation very well. She walks up to Michael and asks him in a very calm (yet firm voice) to please go have a seat in the back room. In the same tone, she asks Angela to please get up off the floor and either wait in line to pay for the Pringles shes holding, or put them down and leave quietly... Turning to the rest of us customers (we'd about doubled by this time), she apologizes profusely for what we've witnessed and thanks us for our patience.
As quickly as the drama started, it's ended... The manager is quick and efficient, and in less than five minutes, my transaction has been completed. I stall for a couple of seconds, trying to see if Michael would come storming out of the room, or if the obviously distraught Angela would do something drastic... nope... Nothing...
I thank the lady and walk slowly to my car. As I lean back in the seat to ponder everything I've just seen, I spy Michael on the far side of the building quietly smoking a cigarette... He flicks the stog, puts his head in his hands, and from the way his shoulders are heaving, I can tell he's crying... hard... He can't be more than 16 or 17, but he looks even younger as he sits there on the curb...
Seeing him like that brings back a bunch of old, repressed, painful memories... Memories that hit me with such an intensity that I'm stunned, as I sit there in the quiet of my car... Once again, I feel that ache in my chest... that hurt in my heart... Its so real its palpable.. I take a deep breath and lean my head back on the head rest. I want to walk over to him and tell him he'll be ok... I want to walk over to him and hug him really tight... I want to walk over to him and cry with him... I want to do a lot of things, but I just sit there and watch him cry...
I'm home now... thinking over that whole situation... Thinking about Michael and Angela, and wonder if they made up... I'm remembering the look on his face as he stared at them... I'm remembering how it feels to be hurt... That very painful, almost suffocating feeling you get in your chest and throat when you discover a loved or trusted one in the very act of betrayal...
When you think about it after, you convince yourself that your inability to breathe at that very moment of discovery couldn't have been real... you convince yourself that it was your mind playing tricks on you... something psychological... I don't know... it felt freaking real to me... I felt like someone had slammed a heavy boulder into my chest and knocked me to the ground...
Its late ... its past midnight, and my mind is just plain tired... I should go to bed...
Wednesday April 04, 2006.
The craziest thing happened to me after work today. I was standing in line at this little store close to my house when a couple walked up to join the line.. Looking at them, I'd say they were both in their teens.. He had his arm around her, and she had her head sort of resting on his shoulder. They got in line behind me and promptly started making out...
At first, I did what was expected, and politely diverted my eyes... I'd glance at the cashier (who appeared to be a trainee on his first day working the register) behind the counter and sigh impatiently from time to time... I glance at the couple every now and then and chuckle in that good-natured/understanding way we tend to when faced with young love...
My amusement however, rapidly turns to bewilderment, fascination, and awe, as I realize (after about three straight minutes) that neither of the kids has come up for air. His arm is wrapped tightly around her waist, and both her arms equally as tight around his neck. Wow...
I'm blatantly staring at them both and find myself having to fight the increasing urge to forcefully pry them apart just to check their vitals...
"Can I help you?"
It's the cashier telling me its my turn... I turn around to face him and plop my items on the counter. I'm looking in my purse for my card when I realize that my items are not moving... They're not getting scanned... I look up at the cashier, and he too, seems to be in some kind of shock... He's standing there staring at them with THE most incredible look on his face... I'm not sure what it is exactly, but its not the kind of look you'd expect to see on the face of one watching a random couple make out.
He seems completely frozen and unable to move and I could swear that his jaw is twitching.
"Um... I'm ready..", I murmur..
No response.
"Hello..!?", I say quite loudly... I'd go as far as saying I 'yelled quietly'... (Yes, I'm aware its an oxymoron)...
No response.
"HELLO!"... Definitely a yell.
He starts a little and looks at me as though seeing me for the first time.
"I'd like to pay for these please..." I start to say, when I notice he's no longer there. I look around and see him walking around the long counter to come to where we were all standing in line...um... ok... I'm starting to get a little freaked out.. (not to mention freaking pissed)...
He walks slowly up to the couple making out and taps the girl on her shoulder... She reluctantly disentagles herself from the boy whose face she was just latched on to (seemingly for dear life), and turns around with a love filled smile on her face. That look changes instantly to shock when she sees who has just tapped her...
Girl: "Oh my God!", Oh my God!, Oh my God!! She shrieks in very rapid succession. Michael, what are you doing here??!!!
Cashier: "I work here now. My mom said I had to get a job if I wanted my 4 wheeler!... What are YOU doing here Angela??! You told me you were going by Karens!!!, and WHO THE FUCK IS HE?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Oh....shit.
The cashier (Michael) pretty much bellows out the last question, spraying all of us in close proximity thoroughly and liberally with spit... He's a mess, and is so emotional/hysterical, his entire body is shaking. She seems to be faring no better, and has fallen to her knees sobbing... The earlier object of her affection has taken a step back and seems to have blended in with the growing crowd of onlookers...
All us customers seem to have lost our ability to function, and for a couple of seconds, all you hear in that store are the sounds Michael and Angela make as they cry... It was freaking surreal. Finally, a door in the back bursts open, and out comes an older (early 30s) woman wiping her mouth with a napkin... 'Boss lady's' lunch has apparently been interrupted.
To her credit, she handled the situation very well. She walks up to Michael and asks him in a very calm (yet firm voice) to please go have a seat in the back room. In the same tone, she asks Angela to please get up off the floor and either wait in line to pay for the Pringles shes holding, or put them down and leave quietly... Turning to the rest of us customers (we'd about doubled by this time), she apologizes profusely for what we've witnessed and thanks us for our patience.
As quickly as the drama started, it's ended... The manager is quick and efficient, and in less than five minutes, my transaction has been completed. I stall for a couple of seconds, trying to see if Michael would come storming out of the room, or if the obviously distraught Angela would do something drastic... nope... Nothing...
I thank the lady and walk slowly to my car. As I lean back in the seat to ponder everything I've just seen, I spy Michael on the far side of the building quietly smoking a cigarette... He flicks the stog, puts his head in his hands, and from the way his shoulders are heaving, I can tell he's crying... hard... He can't be more than 16 or 17, but he looks even younger as he sits there on the curb...
Seeing him like that brings back a bunch of old, repressed, painful memories... Memories that hit me with such an intensity that I'm stunned, as I sit there in the quiet of my car... Once again, I feel that ache in my chest... that hurt in my heart... Its so real its palpable.. I take a deep breath and lean my head back on the head rest. I want to walk over to him and tell him he'll be ok... I want to walk over to him and hug him really tight... I want to walk over to him and cry with him... I want to do a lot of things, but I just sit there and watch him cry...
I'm home now... thinking over that whole situation... Thinking about Michael and Angela, and wonder if they made up... I'm remembering the look on his face as he stared at them... I'm remembering how it feels to be hurt... That very painful, almost suffocating feeling you get in your chest and throat when you discover a loved or trusted one in the very act of betrayal...
When you think about it after, you convince yourself that your inability to breathe at that very moment of discovery couldn't have been real... you convince yourself that it was your mind playing tricks on you... something psychological... I don't know... it felt freaking real to me... I felt like someone had slammed a heavy boulder into my chest and knocked me to the ground...
Its late ... its past midnight, and my mind is just plain tired... I should go to bed...
Friday, April 20, 2007
Ugh...
I've been terribly sick... My throat hurts, my head hurts, my neck aches (I didn't even think that possible), my arms ache... every movable part of my body is in agonizing pain... even the parts that don't move ache dully... *sigh*...
I'll be updating this weekend... hopefully, I feel better by then... *groan*... I want my mom.
I'll be updating this weekend... hopefully, I feel better by then... *groan*... I want my mom.
Monday, April 16, 2007
First Post
Not sure what to write on here at this particular moment, but I'm quite certain things will pick up. For now, I'm just going to write these couple of sentences, and go work on my dashboard profile... To quote Arnold in T2, "Ah'll Bee Bahck".
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