Just Religion

Hey everyone. By now it has probably made clear by the pentagram to the right that I am not Christian, and with a conspiracy like that, I wouldn't want to be. I'm not dissing them; to each his own, but I just notice some flaws in their philosophy. I don't think it's fair that there is this huge rich/poor discrepancy between the highest "boss" dude in the church hierarchy and the lower worshippers. Why is it that the bishops and the pope and all the other higher-ups drive BMWs and Rolls Royces and wear these bling-ed-out crosses with gold and diamonds in them? Last time I checked, they were supposed to take a vow of poverty, and if I understand it right, there is nothing in that vow that says that they can live in the lap of luxury.

I also have a problem with confessions. I mean, you can be the most evil, vile person, break all ten commandments, commit the seven deadly sins [I can never remember them], and then you go into this tiny box the blurt it all out to your priest, and he tell you to go do 30 hail mary's and you're forgiven? And then you're back on the streets again, to go be a hypocrite.

I feel bad for the true believers, not the takers-what-they-want-from-it, who ruin it all for the true-blues. I really have a lot of respect for a person who can trust in something so completely, who can love someone unconditionally, based on nothing but one sole body of text.

Break in the Tradition

love /lʌv/

–noun
1.a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
2.a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
3.sexual passion or desire.
4.a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.
5.(used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): Would you like to see a movie, love?
6.a love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour.
7.sexual intercourse; copulation.
8.(initial capital letter) a personification of sexual affection, as Eros or Cupid.
9.affectionate concern for the well-being of others: the love of one's neighbor.
10.strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything: her love of books.
11.the object or thing so liked: The theater was her great love.

Hey everyone; I'm going to break the normal tradtition of my blog posts and I just want to write a reply to a certain post I read by someone else; they know who they are, or at least they will in the next few sentences I write.

No one should be faced with empty apologies from those that should love them and cherish them unconditionally; no one should lie sleepless at night wondering how they will help their brother do well in school; no one should take on the responsibility of an adult in early adolescence; no one should have to worry about whether or not their parents are okay and alive; no one should have to carry their parents to bed and assure THEM that everything is okay.

Someone who does this has character; someone who takes up these responsibilities is older than their age, and they shouldn't need to be like this. Someone as wonderful and amazing as the person I am talking about doesn't deserve this.

But what I want this person to know is that they have someone who looks out for them. They have a shoulder to cry on, arms to hug them, and lips to assure them that it is all gonna be okay. I want this person to know that I will always be there, and though I cannot change the past, I can sure as hell affect the future, and as long as it is in my power, this person will have an endless stream of love and support.

When I agreed to be there for this person, I didn't know that there was so much stress and unnecessary heartache and sadness behind the facade. Now I know. And I want them to know that no matter how much sh-, I mean stuff that they are faced with, I am there for them. They don't know how much I love them, and they don't know how much I feel for them, and they NEVER will know how much I care. I have something for them that they should have had a long time ago: unconditional love and affection. I will always be there for them and I hope they know that I am not going anywhere. I am a strong person; I will be able to take on any problems of theirs along with mine.

They are (contrary to their belief) NOT a nuisance, a burden, a trouble, or any of those synomyms. They are, in fact (again, contrary to their belief) a blessing, a miracle. My shadow of an existence has been lit up by their charisma, their happiness, their kindness, their warmth. I love them so deeply, so much, that their pain is mine.

I know just as well as they do that it kills them that Fate has spereated us, but I want them to know I am as close to them as I have ever felt. The distance kills me sometimes, my heart has been torn apart and scattered across the highway seperating us. The miles are like knives, seventy sharp, piercing knives driven through me, and I bleed all the time. It hurts, but I put on a smile and I bear the pain, because I know that in two weeks, my heart will be restored, and that the knives will stop hurting me. But those hours we spend together are cut short like a cruel joke. Hours become seconds; they slip through my fingers like sand through a sieve. But those weeks, they pass so slowly. Two weeks are two years, stretched out across my life, but somehow the pain is numbed whenever I hear their voice, remember their smile, hear their beautiful little laugh, the whispered words of love through the phone receiver. I hate that phone, but I do love that person. I hope they read this and they know who they are. <3

Selfishness: Would You Share the Chickens?

self⋅ish 
–adjective
1.
devoted to or caring only for oneself; concerned primarily with one's own interests, benefits, welfare, etc., regardless of others.
2.
characterized by or manifesting concern or care only for oneself: selfish motives.

I decided that my topic today would be selfishness because this was the topic of conversation in my history class. This was the situation: a man is on a deserted island and the group agreed to go hunting together. Then, the group split up to go hunting. The man came back with several wild chickens. Should he keep them or should he have to share with the group?
My reply was that it was his decision, and order to ensure his own survival, he should give one or two to the group, but hoard several carcasses for himself. This was considered selfish by my classmates and it was unanimous that I should be thrown off the island into a sea of sharks.
I agree that it is selfish, but that is survival. In the modern world, there is no need for this "kill or be killed" mindset. Almost everyone I have come into contact with holds this idea firmly in the front of their minds, however. There is a word for this today: SELFISHNESS!!! I don't understand why people so often resort to this primitive way of acting. For a so-called "sophisticated" society, this is pretty pitiful, wouldn't you agree?
This mindset is both unnecessary and just plain annoying. As humans, we tend to have a desire to covet things and be territorial. Studies show that this comes from our ancient animal-like instinct, and so I won't try to blame people for that, but I don't understand why we have to cut in line because we're so worried about maintaining our "status" in the line.

From my experience (several years in public schools), all lines work the same way. It's sort of comical, actually. It is very similar to a pecking order of hens. If you're not familiar, look it up.

Kindness

kind-ness

–noun
1. the state or quality of being kind: (kindness to animals.)
2. a kind act; favor: (his many kindnesses to me.)
3. kind behavior: (I will never forget your kindness.)
4. friendly feeling; liking

Hello people. I don't know how many people will be reading this blog, but I suppose it will be a small number. I appreciate your time. I'll update whenever I have a good topic/ time.

The definition above for kindness is the one I found on http://www.dictionary.com/. The reason I put it up there is because that's the topic of this post (obviously). I honestly think that kindness in this world is a miracle because it is so rare a thing.

Why can't people thank someone when they give them a break in their car?

Why can't people stop and hold a door for someone?

Why can't people say "thank you"?!?!?

I mean, our families have been living on the same Earth since who knows when, but people refuse to acknowledge others in the street. Haven't we all had that one time where we hold a door for some guy at the Wawa, and the jerk doesn't even bother to say "thanks"?

I pledge to do one nice thing for someone every day. Make the pledge with me.

See you later!

Peace.