Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Still one of my favorite commercials of all time
Sadly it never got air time because some people (*cough*focusonthefamily*cough*) felt it was unacceptable because it "promoted" the homosexual lifestyle. I guess the only way we can keep ourselves from "promoting" a homosexual lifestyle and "shoving our homosexuality down their throats" is by burning gays at the stake or covering our ears while walking down the street screaming "LALALALALAGAYSDON'TEXISTLALALALALA".
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Peh.
I need a vacation from work. Classes are eating me alive and I'm now recovering from a two day, non-effort, due to me being in LA and visiting Marie. I can't do both anymore. My boyfriend wants me to stick through it, but I think he just prioritizes my income over my education, which I don't. Especially not since I will be getting Financial Aid in a week or so. He's worried that it won't come in a format that I can use or whatever, but I've been assured otherwise. I noticed that he always encourages me to not get my hopes up about something, because of all these things that could go wrong with it.
I tend to disagree with that outlook. I'd rather raise my hopes up about everything and have them crushed then always being pessimistic. The thing is that when my hopes are crushed, it's really not all that devastating. I pick up the pieces and move on, after all there are always new opportunities and new horizons.
We enjoyed a nice Fourth of July, but it was promptly soured when my bf's mom realized that her other son had stolen yet ANOTHER precious memento to pawn off for drugs or whatever. She was wailing the way my mother would wail when I'd get a D in a class, suspended from school, or tell her I was gay. Makes me want to thwack that boy upside his head. I got disowned by my parents simply for being with the one I loved, while he is severely emotionally and financially harming his family and his mother continues to hold on to him and refuse to punish him because she "can't take it". I really can't understand her mentality.
I, and everyone else I know would kick that loser out on his ass, but she's far too soft. It's not entirely her fault, but I can draw some connections to the way her son acts and her lack of action when it comes to disciplining him. I wonder how Erik turned out so well.
When I saw how much I was hurting my parents simply by being gay, I up and left, because I was tired of hurting them. Without me there as a physical reminder, I believe in time they should be able to let me go and forget about me at least to the extent where my mother isn't wailing every night and attempting to commit suicide. I am after all a human being. I am separate, I am an individual, and if I choose it, I can choose to have no connections to anyone else in this life.
If that boy of hers has any shred of humility or shame left, he'll just leave on his own and support himself rather than simply mooching off his parents. They give him so much shit, he doesn't know how good he has it. They just bought him a new car and a new motorcycle (he's had like 1 or 2 cars before as well which he destroyed). And he complains that his parents don't give him enough, saying that if he had money like they did, he'd buy his kids a sports car or whatever. He's a dumb-ass kid who is already screwed because he got himself addicted to stupid shit.
Missed work today because we were up so late last night, and I have a shitton of homework to do.
I tend to disagree with that outlook. I'd rather raise my hopes up about everything and have them crushed then always being pessimistic. The thing is that when my hopes are crushed, it's really not all that devastating. I pick up the pieces and move on, after all there are always new opportunities and new horizons.
We enjoyed a nice Fourth of July, but it was promptly soured when my bf's mom realized that her other son had stolen yet ANOTHER precious memento to pawn off for drugs or whatever. She was wailing the way my mother would wail when I'd get a D in a class, suspended from school, or tell her I was gay. Makes me want to thwack that boy upside his head. I got disowned by my parents simply for being with the one I loved, while he is severely emotionally and financially harming his family and his mother continues to hold on to him and refuse to punish him because she "can't take it". I really can't understand her mentality.
I, and everyone else I know would kick that loser out on his ass, but she's far too soft. It's not entirely her fault, but I can draw some connections to the way her son acts and her lack of action when it comes to disciplining him. I wonder how Erik turned out so well.
When I saw how much I was hurting my parents simply by being gay, I up and left, because I was tired of hurting them. Without me there as a physical reminder, I believe in time they should be able to let me go and forget about me at least to the extent where my mother isn't wailing every night and attempting to commit suicide. I am after all a human being. I am separate, I am an individual, and if I choose it, I can choose to have no connections to anyone else in this life.
If that boy of hers has any shred of humility or shame left, he'll just leave on his own and support himself rather than simply mooching off his parents. They give him so much shit, he doesn't know how good he has it. They just bought him a new car and a new motorcycle (he's had like 1 or 2 cars before as well which he destroyed). And he complains that his parents don't give him enough, saying that if he had money like they did, he'd buy his kids a sports car or whatever. He's a dumb-ass kid who is already screwed because he got himself addicted to stupid shit.
Missed work today because we were up so late last night, and I have a shitton of homework to do.
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