"When gays get so angry about a chicken sandwich, it is because Chick-fil-A has given around $5 million to fight to discriminate against us. When we praise brave Eagle Scouts who give up their badges in protest of the Boy Scouts of America’s prejudice, it’s not about scoring political points; it’s because there are kids in dens who are being taught to believe that they are less than equal. When we rant about the pastor who preaches that gays should be thrown into a concentration camp, we scream out of fear. And our fears are justified — in the last seven days, a lesbian in Nebraska was carved with a knife, a gay man in Oklahoma was firebombed, and a girl in Kentucky was kicked and beaten — her jaw broken and her teeth knocked out — while her assailants allegedly hurled anti-gay slurs at her."
i hate crying more than almost anything in the world. not other people (well, sometimes), me crying. it’s horrid because i cry at the most idiotic things.
it’s usually because i’m mad about something but can’t do anything about it. so i bawl my eyes out. it’s not even because i’m sad. i don’t really cry when i’m sad. how messed up is that?!?! fuck.
and the reason most of the time is because of my family. i mean other people upset me too, i might get bullied, or people just say shit about me, or ostracize me, or i make them upset (which makes me feel bad) somehow, and i’m all cool about it. well, i don’t cry at least.
i think it’s because my family frustrates/upsets me so much and i know, deep down, i’ll have to live with these fucking people for the rest of my life. god. i love them and all (mostly because it’s an obligation and i know they feel the same about me)….i really have anger issues don’t i.
i realize that this is such a petty thing compared to other problems people may have in their lives that are far more serious and i apologize if i offend anyone who is reading this. it’s just a personal thing i wanted to write down to help myself feel better with my petty issues. just another fact that i hate about myself. ha.
I don’t know what I’m looking for. No clue. Nada.
#what kind of a person am i?
I hate pet names. Such as,
- any term of endearment that isn’t a name.
This also includes nicknames (although they’re not as bad).
Anytime someone uses anything other than my name, I automatically create mental images of me throttling said person. My mother has probably already noticed my disdain for such terms (although I’ve never expressed it directly), as she’s stopped calling me by anything other than my name for some time now. I forget how many years it’s been. Although she always manages to confuse my sister’s name for mine every single time (and vice versa).
Ugh. They always sound so sarcastic no matter who it comes from. Like the term itself is belittling you. It never sounds like the words they are supposed to be.
I mean, I have a name.
I just don’t understand. The point of it all.