Dear Boys…

Dear Boys,

Why do you like me? Wait, no. That’s not how I wanted it to come out. That makes it seem like I don’t want any boys whatsoever to like me, and that certainly is not the case. What I really mean to ask is this: why do you never like me when I want you to?

When I make sure to shower and spend some time on my hair and dress like a girl and wear makeup just to impress you, you never pay me any mind. In fact, I can’t name a single time that I’ve actually made an effort to look presentable and gotten the attention of a boy that way.

No, instead, the ones who seem to fall for me are the ones who see me at my worst. The ones who see me with a red face, all sweaty and stinky after I get done with practice. The ones who’ve talked to me when I’m a vulnerable little wreck of a girl. The ones who I don’t touch my hair or makeup and only wear cutoffs and baggy running shorts around. Why are you boys like that? It just doesn’t make any sense at all to me.

What am I supposed to do here? It seems to me that showering actually deters boys. So is that the solution? No more showering?

Worth a try, I suppose.

‘Bout To Get Controversial

This post is going to be a serious rant, so if you think you’re going to get offended by a topic that’s currently very controversial, then leave. Right now. My purpose isn’t to offend, but rather to get my thoughts out. So if I see comments that bash what I have to say, I will block them as spam, because I’m warning you to leave NOW if you don’t want to read something that clashes with any opinions you may have. Now, then… on to my rant…

 

I’m sure you’ve all heard of that Chick-Fil-A thing that’s going on. You know, where the CEO of the company publicly declared that he was for the biblical ideas of marriage and that he’s against gay marriage? Yeah, that thing. Politicians are now using the stance of a fast food joint to gain public acceptance. Other fast food places are siding with Chic-Fil-A. I’ve even read that the company is financially supporting anti-gay organizations that go overseas to kill gays and are trying to make homosexuality illegal. Honestly, I’m not sure if that’s 100% true or not, but I don’t doubt it, especially with the way people are acting these days.

So what I want to know is this: how does gay marriage affect Chick-Fil-A? How does it affect all those politicians? How does it affect other companies? How does it affect you? How does it affect me? The answer is that it doesn’t.

I’m straight. I’ve never even considered the idea of dating or marrying anyone who wasn’t of the opposite gender, and therefore, I find it extremely difficult to understand how someone might be attracted to another of the same sex. Personally, I’m going to grow up and marry a guy that I fall in love with. Because of that, gay marriage doesn’t affect me in the least. What do I care if two people who are in love get married? I think everyone should have a chance at love, whether or not they go about it the conventional way. It does not affect me.

And guess what! Unless you’re gay, this issue doesn’t affect you either.

Here’s something that might surprise you after reading this: I’m a christian. There’s a shocker, ‘eh? Especially since I’m arguing against Chick-Fil-A’s supposed support of a biblical idea. But the thing is, I don’t believe that a true christian can support one part of the bible without supporting the rest. What Chic-Fil-A’s CEO failed to mention is that yes, gay marriage is a sin, but so is telling someone that they look pretty when you’re internally wondering if they’ve been hit by the ugly stick is equally sinful. In Jesus’ eyes, a sin is a sin. It doesn’t matter how big or little. It doesn’t matter if you’re gay or if you’ve told a white lie or if you’ve committed murder. It’s the exact same thing. And guess what? We’ve ALL sinned. Every single one of us. 

I’m sick of seeing people who claim to be christian post facebook statuses about how much they’re going to support Chick-Fil-A now. Grow up–this has nothing to do with any of you! The United States is putting entirely too much emphasis on the issue  of gay marriage right now, when in reality, it doesn’t affect a majority of us in any way, shape, or form. All it’s doing is drawing our country further and further apart, and over an immature issue nonetheless. What ever happened to the separation of church and state? We can’t pray in school, but politicians are allowed to publicly declare their support or contradiction with an issue that stems from a statement about christian beliefs? That just seems completely hypocritical to me.

Back to what I said about Chick-Fil-A’s support of organizations that are trying to make homosexuality illegal. That’s one of the absurd things I’ve ever heard. Teenagers can legally abort a child and never have to tell their parents about it, but apparently being attracted to someone of the same gender should be outlawed? I don’t think so. It’s absolutely ridiculous. I love my country, but I’m extremely disappointed in them right now. The United States needs to rethink their morals, because there’s a serious issue when killing a child is legal but being in love with someone that the bible says not to love isn’t allowed.

All I have to say is grow up, America. This issue doesn’t affect me, and it doesn’t affect thousands of others who are butting their heads into it. Don’t let this split apart our country even more. There’s plenty of bad things already. Don’t bring fast food into this, don’t bring politics into this, and don’t bring unaffected parties into this.

I neither support nor oppose gay marriage. Because as I’ve already said half a dozen times, it doesn’t affect me. What’s the use of having such a strong opinion when it has nothing to do with most of us? That’s completely immature.

I’ve already explained my stance on the biblical aspects–that a sin is a sin is a sin is a sin and we’re all guilty of sinning–but I want to mention a couple more things on that. 1) It doesn’t matter that we’ve sinned numerous times, Jesus will forgive us no matter what. All you have to do is ask for forgiveness. 2) Hate is a sin, too. And it’s something that the devil thrives on. So if you think that you’re some great christian because you’re hating on homosexuals, you need to get that idea out of your head right now. You’re no higher or more holy than the people who you’re going against.

One last thing before I hit publish and watch as the hateful comments stream in (even though I said NOT to read if you might be offended): I neither support nor oppose Chick-Fil-A. I’m disappointed that the nation has chosen sides over an issue such as this. There are bigger things than gay marriage that we need to be focused on, like the amount of homeless people there are or the fact that there are soldiers dying daily in the fight for our freedom. But I’m not going to take this out on Chick-Fil-A because that’s entirely immature, and one person is not at fault for this. Our entire nation is at fault because we’ve let an issue that shouldn’t be a national issue escalate to extremes.

Sorry, not sorry.

8 Reasons Why: Sucks To Be A Teenager

Obviously, I’m in a debbie downer mood today, hence my list of negatives. I was thinking earlier about how great it would be to just leave and go for a road trip, and then I realized that’s not a possibility, mainly because of this: I don’t yet have my license. Ever since I had that epiphany, I’ve been in a terrible mood. I honestly feel bad for my family, because they’re the ones who have to deal with my monster-like attitude when I leave my bedroom.

I’m not positive as to why such a small thing threw my normally happy mood out the window, but I’ve decided that it must be because my blood sugar seems to be abnormally low today. I’m not diabetic, but my mom thinks there’s a good chance I’m hypoglycemic because of the way my body tends to shut down if my sugar is low. There are lots of nasty symptoms that I go through when this happens, and as I said, today’s been especially off.

Oops, I’m getting off topic! You’re probably bored to tears. Fear not! I’ll get on to my list of eight reasons why it sucks to be a teenager…

1. Minimum wage is lower for minors than it is for adults. Plus, since I work way less hours than most adults, I’m getting like a trillion times less money than they do. Which sucks. On the plus side, I don’t have to pay any bills yet, so I don’t technically need all that much money, but it would be nice to have a little more to spend on books and clothes. 😉

2. Some concerts are inaccessible to minors. Unless you’ve got a really good fake ID. Since I don’t own a fake ID, it would be impossible to get into those concerts. Such a downer.

3. Can’t buy some things. No, I’m not referring to alcohol or cigarettes, because I don’t need to be buying those anyway. But have you ever seen those infomercials that end with “must be eighteen to purchase.”? You’ve got to be eighteen to buy a pillow pet! How ridiculous is that!?

4. People (adults, specifically) seem to think we’re incapable and incompetent. If it weren’t for the fact that I respect my elders, I’d probably yell at them that I more than likely have a higher IQ and therefore am more than capable of doing whatever I set my mind to.

5. High school. ‘Nuff said.

6. You have to follow your parents’ rules. Like, for example, the rule my parents have that I must be seventeen before taking the driving test. That one absolutely drives me insane, but it’s not like I can do a lot about it. When I’m eighteen, parental consent is no longer needed. I’m sure I’ll still consult with them over most things, because I respect them and their opinions, but it’ll be nice to actually make my own decisions.

7. There’s not a lot of freedom as a teenager. We’ve got curfews, school deadlines, restrictions on licenses and life in general, etc. It would be nice to for once just have the freedom to do what I want to do. (Hint hint, road trip!)

8. Acne. I don’t think I have to explain much for that one.

 

Anywho, I’ve gotta get to sleep. I may or may not add some good things to my list at another time. Hope you’ve enjoyed a little peek into my perspective on life!

Kids These Days…

“Those who criticize our generation forget who raised it.”

 

For some reason, many adults like to believe that teenagers spend their days drinking, smoking weed, cussing, flipping their elders off, having sex, and playing video games. These same adults have come to the conclusion that my generation is useless, lazy, and will amount to nothing. Truth is, I’m nothing like that. I’ve never in my life done drugs or even had a sip of alcohol. I don’t cuss (okay, I might let out a minor bad word here and there whenever I stub my toe or fall on my face, but who hasn’t done that?) and I definitely don’t flip people off. I respect my elders as long as they respect me, and usually even when they don’t. I’m a virgin, and I don’t spend all my time chasing after boys. I don’t play video games, and I don’t sit on my butt all day, every day.

Guess what? I’m not the only good kid out there. I know dozens upon dozens of kids who are like me. Sure, I know a handful that do all of the things I listed above, but how is it that such a small number of people created a terrible stereotype that so many people jump on? It’s like people want to find a reason to judge others. Are people really so desperate to find the bad in people that they’ll look to pathetic stereotypes as justification? I think that’s completely and utterly pathetic.

I’m not saying that I’m not perfect, and I’m not going to lie and tell you that I’ve never judged someone. When I’m out for a run and a guy drives by, I instantly flip out and assume that he will a) rape me, b) murder me, and/or c) kidnap me. I know that the chances of every male who drives by being a murderer/kidnapper/rapist are slim to none. But still, I get a sick feeling in my stomach and turn back towards home. That’s a prime example of judgement right there. Why don’t I worry about women the same way? Why do I assume that every guy is a criminal who is targeting me? Who knows. Maybe I’ve watched too many crime shows. Whatever the case, my point is that I, too, have judged others.

But at least I don’t give those guys disapproving, judgmental looks like the ones I receive almost daily for holding my baby sister in public. Apparently the fact that I’m sixteen and holding a baby means she’s my child, not my sister. And apparently holding a toddler means I’m a horrible, nasty person, as well. Or at least that’s what I take away from those glares I get. I just want to slap the dirty look off their face and curtly inform them that I’m holding my baby sister. Emphasis on the ‘sister’ part. In other words, no, I don’t spend my time in the bed of some boy’s truck. No, I didn’t hold a kid in my stomach for nine months. No, my life is not going to go to waste. Because the baby I’m holding is my sister, not my child.

If I didn’t love her so much, I’d probably not hold her outside of the house.

My rant is coming to a close, but I’ve just got a couple more things to bring up before I hit ‘publish’ and go eat breakfast.

1) Not all teenagers do bad things. In fact, a majority make good decisions and avoid bad things. And even if they’ve tried something in the past, it doesn’t mean they’re doing it again.

2) Being a teenager doesn’t mean that a person has no goals or plans for their life. I’ve personally been looking at colleges for several years now and arranging my schedule in a way that will help me later on in life. SPOILER ALERT!: I’m not the only one. A good amount of people I personally know and know of have been planning realistically (and sometimes unrealistically too, but it never hurts to have big dreams) for years.

3) We’re not going to completely screw over the world. Actually, I think my generation has the potential to fix a lot of things that have gone wrong. Do a google search sometime for young entrepreneurs. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.

4) Have a little faith. I’m a thousand and three percent positive that there isn’t a single perfect person on this earth. We’ve always believed in the capability of you adults, so how about we turn things around and for once, you believe in us.

5) I’m well aware that not every adult feels this way. I’m not saying they do. That would be judgemental, after all. 😉 But I’ve seen dirty looks cast my way on multiple occasions simply because I’m young. This is written as a rant, full of my opinions, not in any way to single somebody out.

Well, my stomach is growling. This whole rant is probably crap, but at least I got a good amount of what I wanted to say typed out. Agree with me, disagree with me, do what you please. For now, I’m going to go stuff my face and then head to work. Bye!

 

You Gotta Love Life…

Just kidding! That title is complete sarcasm. Let me start off by saying that I did not have a good day. At all. The only positives are that I had subway and my sunburn has turned into a nice tan. A farmer’s tan, but still a tan. At least that leaves me looking a little less like a vampire and a little more like a normal human being, right? Right.

Back to the negative stuff. Any of you guys ever dealt with someone making obligations and then not fulfilling them, so you had to step in and do their work for them? That’s my day in a nutshell, but it didn’t just happen once. No, it happened several times, and mainly by the same person. I have a really good work ethic. I can be lazy about starting something, but once I get into it, I work hard and the result is great. That being said, I kind of expect everyone else to be the same way.

Unfortunately, there seems to be a very small percentage of hard workers near me. That’s probably the most frustrating thing about my situation. I worked hard today (and I’ll continue to do so the rest of the week), but I had a little fun. It’s just that I was doing all the work while everyone else sat around and socialized instead of just finishing things up so they could go home. Grr. That’s my biggest pet peeve.

Whew! Anyway, now that I’ve let out an itty bitty rant for ya, I’ll get to what I wanted to end this post with: unfortunately, since this entire week is mondo-super-extremely-exceedingly-excessively-immensely busy for me, I probably won’t do much posting until Sunday. Maybe even Monday, since by the end of the week I’ll be so exhausted and frustrated that anything I post won’t be worth reading.

And so, I have a challenge for anyone who reads this and anything else I post! Using the contact form on my page or via comments below, give me ideas for future blog posts. It can be whatever, and I’ll try my hardest to write on it. Give me topics, ideas, questions about me or something else… whatever! I’ve got a page of ideas to write from already, but those are getting a bit boring, and I’d rather write off of a suggestion.

Anywho, I’ve gotta be up nice and early for yet another stressful day!

The Sunburn From Hell

Yesterday was Independence Day, as anyone in the United States and probably outside of the US knows, I spent the entire day outside.

For those of you who are unaware (this should include just about anyone who reads my blog) I have very pale skin. Very pale skin. If I hold up a piece of printer paper to my stomach, they blend together. Alright, that was a complete exaggeration. But you get the point, yes?

Back to my first sentence. I spent the entire day outside. And, naturally, I forgot to apply sunblock. Usually I’m obsessive with sunblock, but yesterday, I was in one of those “ah, screw it!” moods that teenagers tend to always be in, and I left the sunblock in the car while I ran around in a short pair of shorts and a tee shirt that left my arms almost entirely exposed.

Unfortunately, yesterday was not an ideal day to be in an “ah, screw it!” mood, as the UV index was classified as “very high,” a fact I did not learn until after I was transformed into a lobster.  Continue reading

Gotta Love Packing (or not.)

Bad news, dear followers: I’ll be gone for a week, starting tomorrow. And when I return on Saturday, I’m going to be completely and utterly exhausted, and for that reason, I’ll probably hibernate for as long as my mom allows. But, fear not! I’m going to leave you with one last post (or maybe more, depending on whether or not I can sleep tonight) to enjoy. While I’m gone, I’ll be doing plenty of brainstorming for new posts. Actually, that’s a bit pointless, considering I’ve got two notebook pages full of ideas that need written. But I’m getting off topic here.

Tonight, I’m going to be revealing the reasons that I both love and hate packing. It’s been one of my projects for the last week (and I’m still not done–surprise, surprise!) and so I’ve got a bit to say. Since I want to leave this post on a positive note, I’ll begin with my negative opinions and end with the more positive ones. Here goes… Continue reading