July 29th

August 31, 2008 at 12:19 am (Uncategorized) (, , )

and now I am at a lost for words. when just a few moments ago I couldn’t keep them from flooding my brain, one after another, until I felt overwhelmed and eventually weary – to the point that I’d just let them compile and eventually drown beneath them. I can’t think straight and have no idea what has been wrong with my moods lately. This isn’t supposed to be happening – - this is the reason I religiously take my medication.But the mood swings are back.

I feel worthless most of the time and don’t know why. I don’t know if it is because my life seems so disorganized right now and the sense of chaos sends me near panic, or if I am mentally ill. FS tells me that I need to appreciate myself more, and that I shouldn’t be this shy because other people should get a chance see the wonderful things he sees in me. But there’s the thing; I don’t see anything wonderful. I feel like I used to love myself, that i used to have a sense of being, know who I was and what I wanted out of life. I found myself wondering if I should give up teaching, go to Kansas for a journalism degree (after I’ve spent all of this money). These are things I never would have considered. I feel I don’t know myself at all anymore. I’ve written at least 5 journal entries in my head in the past week. I even began writing a story — but my fear has progressed to the point that I won’t do it. Simply, will not. It’s as if my body becomes paralyzed at my every attempt. I wish I knew why the sudden unrest hit me, why restlessness invaded me like a parasite, sucking away at everything I love about life and especially myself. This is miserable and I am miserable because of it. I’m beginning to lose control too= I’m crying and obviously looking off, and as Andrew likes to point out oh-so-often now, have a closed stance. Gosh- this journal is going to be so sparse and depressing if someone ever tries to read it.

I’m giving up now. I sound like shit and I don’t want to hae to deal with it anymore.

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PostSecret

August 31, 2008 at 12:15 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , )

I started saving secrets again.

I figure I might finally have a roommate who wouldn’t mind me plastering the walls with them. I realize that having a million strangers secrets plastered upon my walls might be a tad creepy, however I really enjoy the feeling that postsecret prompts. Somehow knowing that everyone else has secrets too makes me feel closer to humanity. I think has something to do with the fact that all of these people also are leading lives that don’t allow them to express their innermost selves, they too feel it necessary to hide some of there soul, be it beautiful, shameful, artistic, vain – or for whatever their personal reasons for anonymity are, the knowledge that others have the same need that I do (or why else would I have a secret blog) make me feel more in touch with humanity. As if I belong to the human race because no matter how different we may appear on the surface this anonymous outlet allows us to unite without restraints of social class, race, gender, appearance, age, career, level of intelligence or any of the other social restrictions we face in otherwise. It brings out something beautiful in my soul and whether or not the secret is dark, perverted, silly, devastating, embarrassing or any of the other categories some of them fall under, the fact that someone owns this secret and was brave enough to share it makes me feel as if I have connected with a stranger on some deep emotional level. Thus far in my life, I have not discovered anything else to incite anything quite like it – other than when I read novels. But characters in books are not real and therefore it just makes me long for a company I can never have. This is something real I can relate to.

I want to conduct an experiment. As time goes on and I make an effort to read more and continue writing, I hope to see an improvement in my grammar, spelling, voice and organization. But especially my vocabulary. We’ll see how where I am in sixth months. Hopefully by that point I’ll be able to look back and be able to identify noticeable improvement.

When I get the time, which won’t be anytime soon, I would like to play around on WordPress and organize my pages. I would like to start three separate for my journal, my writing, and a prayer page- parts of which I’m sure I’ll keep private. But it is my own way of trying to grow closer in my relationship with God while not attending a church. Otherwise I feel I will fall away from Him completely.

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And at long last, a rant.

August 14, 2008 at 4:37 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , )

I think I’ll begin or end each of my blogs with a summary of my mood in only six words. For today:

In tears due to status quo.

I am again, a victim of insomnia. Inspired by a recent conversation with FS and disheartened by the amount of time spent wasted on Facebook applications during my usual bouts of sleeplessness, I decided to educate myself in global matters. I realized recently that I have little to no global perspective. I just finished The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver and learned that I am utterly ignorant about Africa. I know nothing about the continent except that it has deserts and dark people. Don’t I sound like I’m from the South now. I am completely disgusted with myself. In all fairness, I suppose I am selling myself a bit short.
I am aware of the copious amounts of racism, thanks to Andre – our white South African counselor who was surprised at how we “treat our blacks”. Like, oh I don’t know, they’re people or something. Gee, who would’ve have thunk it. I am also aware of the state of refugee camps throughout the world (including Africa) after I attended the model refugee camp site that Doctors Without Borders hosted in Lake Park. But the book discussed the political movements in the Congo in the 1950’s. I know nothing of that. I knew nothing of the role the United States government played in the Congo at all.
As I related this in the car to Alex we began to talk of history, of ignorance, of the current state of the world. The conversation eventually turned to the Israeli-Palestinian conflict; another topic I know absolutely nothing about. It was this conversation that inspired to me pursue research in what is going on outside of our blessed United States. Oh what a surprise I was in for.
Then there was this: http://www.foxnews.com/printer_friendly_story/0,3566,402111,00.html
A court ruling that a British woman was 25% responsible for her rape because she was drinking at the time. As if she went around asking, “Excuse me, would you mind slipping a roofie into my drink? I really would love it if someone would violate me and emotionally scar me for life.” What kind of society are we living in that it would be unanimously ruled by strangers that a woman would welcome that sort of horrific event upon herself? It was this that set me off. How can I find hope in human nature when we condemn each other in this manner? When we assume that others deserve this sort of tragedy because of irresponsibility? Yes, I believe that woman was irresponsible for drinking around people she does not know or trust – as much as I believe anyone who does so is. However, if it had been some young white girl with rich indignant parents who was raped by a black gang member, please believe that she would be an innocent victim to absolutely everyone. Oh America would stand up and hold her on a pedestal as a saint for coming forward and contesting the sins against her. Hallelujah, she’s a saint! I’m sure the fact that she was wearing an outfit that left nothing to the imagination and handing out lapdances like toothbrushes at a dentist’s office would never be mentioned in trial. And there is no way in hell that gangbanger’s lawyer would stand up and shout to the heavens : “She was asking for it!”.  I bet that there is a child in Africa with some debilitating disease or another who has hit their sibling, or lied to their parents, or sinned in some other way – do we cast the judgement on them then? Do they deserve to die because they have committed the same wrongdoings we have so often in our lifetimes?
My mother and I talk often about the state of the world. She is so optimistic about my generation. She is taken aback by the technological advances of today and astounding by the amount of information now available to us. She praises the enthusiasm for change she sees in my age group Maybe it is because I am around my peers more often than she  that the same things that she appreciates are what discourage me. I too am aware of the abundance of information that the internet allows, but am also aware of how few of my peers take advantage of it. Instead my friends and acquaintances spend hours on Facebook, or Myspace. I read daily of internet scams, successful abductions of young teenagers stemming from chatrooms and internet hookups. I see the same enthusiasm for change at political rallies, full of young people who buy political t-shirts and bumper stickers because they are trendy. To me these are dispiriting.
I look at the state of the world and am overwhelmed by the tragic situation human nature has created for itself. I feel like one of those Orthodox Baptist preaches, lamenting about fire and brimstone, ranting that the Apocolypse is NOW. The Antichrist, or a million of them could very well be upon us in a million forms stemming from the corrupt politician, big business owner, pedophile living 2 blocks away. All of these are different forms of evil. But the worst evil, the one I recognize most clearly and the most opulent is that of indifference. Here the world is thriving in chaos and half of my generation are worried about whether or not their hair is teased enough to be socially acceptable, or if their Call of Duty stats are going to suffer because of the last game they played. They don’t worry that another thousand people are going to be killed in Myanmar tomorrow, or that they might get abducted into a human trafficking ring tomorrow night, or that another child is going to die of AIDS any second now.

And I haven’t even researched the Congo yet.

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Unfathomable

August 12, 2008 at 6:22 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , )

How can people doubt God when instances such as this occur:

1 Chronicles 29:17 NLT

I know, my God, that you examine our hearts and rejoice when you find integrity there …

This was in my email. I get a Bible verse emailed to me daily. I usually don’t check it. I didn’t even mean to check it really, I must have run my mouse over it and accidentally opened it.

How could I doubt when my life is full of little messages from God? He speaks through many mediums – apparently now including email
It’s good to know that my God adapts to the times. He’s a revolutionary contemporary.

And there it is – I stopped making sense.

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My Life in Six Words

August 12, 2008 at 3:53 am (Uncategorized) ()

I haven’t written because Beste told me that I was awkward.

Fuck him.

My new challenge is to write the story in my life in six words. It’s going to be difficult because I am so bad at categorizing myself. Also I think it changes daily.

Faith in humanity is slowly dying.

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