and boy, does it feel good. Goodbye to the bottling it in, goodbye to the I'm-not-going-to-say-anything-because-i-don't-want-to-offend-anyone, adios amigos.
I am making a resolution, right here, and right now. I am going to say something to the person abusing her kids for not sitting still, the person that yells at their spouse for something they did or did not do, and the completely unreasonable touchy as an open wound can't-do-any-right person.
I'm going to tell them that I think what they did/said is completely unreasonable, and fuck yes am I going to reprimand them for it.
Because sometimes, I guess, people just don't realize when they make complete asses out of themselves.
and they need to. Especially if human civilization wants any chance whatsoever to continue.
So here I am, America! keep your morals close at hand, and put your head between your legs and kiss your pride away.
on the other hand, I'm going to start complementing people on good things. Like saying "I love you" to their family every day, or holding the door open for someone, or fixing dinner every single night without fail, or being kind to the this and the next person, or for being environmentally conscious, or for tons of other stuff. I feel if I'm going to start speaking out, I at least need to make it a level playing field for all sorts of speeches, shall we say.
and last but not least. I wrote a poem. Shocker. It deals with the stigma that being teenage with dyed hair and a lip ring brings about.
here we are :)
Oh me, oh my, what have we here?
A hit of pot, a case of beer?
But from who did it come from?
That of the old, that of the young?
People assume 'tis that of the teens,
As we are the ones who like to be seen.
But unhealthy behavior and horrible habits,
More often than not, belong to the rabbit.
The 'rabbit' of course, refers to the old,
That malleable people, so ready to mold,
Into the frame of society now,
Of smoking and drinking and eating bad chow.
So what is this stigma and why is it there?
Because of face piercings, black nails, and dyed hair?
Or perhaps the old just need someone to blame,
So they looked all around and saw the wild; untamed.
They pointed their finger and squinted their eye,
They dissed our appearance and shivered at dye.
They looked at the outside and assumed by the by,
We're rebellious, we drink, and then go get high.
now. I'm not particularly satisfied with the ending line. It's just kind of...bleh. and the beat is off.
but it's what I've got, so..
yeah.
g'night.
