You're gay.

Ahhh, gay marriage.
One of the most controversial subjects in our current society.
You either have strong feelings about it (pro or against), or you don't care.

Of course, I am pro-gay marriage.
And like any other person who has an opinion on the subject, I have my reasons.

I was raised to have an open mind. And homosexuality really wasn't brought up until junior high.
So, unlike most Christian kids, I wasn't taught that homosexuality is a "sin" and should be frowned upon.

The older I got, the more gay people I got to know.
To this day, some of my closest friends are bisexual or gay.
And in my eyes, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.
It doesn't make them a freak, or socially awkward, or different (in a bad way). It makes them who they are.

And honestly? The religion aspect of it doesn't make sense to me.
I was raised Lutheran, and I was taught that God was loving and wanted us to love one another.
If love is so wonderful, then what's wrong with loving the same gender?
Marriage shouldn't be just between a man and a woman.. Marriage should be between people who love each other, not because of their genders.


I guess the thought I'm trying to get to is this:
It is nobody's business who wants to marry who except the two people looking to wed.
My thoughts are: if you don't like it, don't do it.
Don't like gay marriage? Don't marry someone of the same gender.

It is almost 2011, and we have a black man for president.. And yet, we still have restrictions on who people can marry.. all because of religious views?
Wasn't America founded on religous freedom?

I just can't wrap my head around the intolerance.


Say what you will, but this is my opinion, and I will fight for it.

"American society will never completely understand the true meaning of equality." - Bryant H. McGill

The Good Samaritan

Simple acts of kindness go a long way.

In today's society, not many people will go out of their way to be kind to a stranger.
Call it manners, or call it kindness, but I will almost always hold the door open for somebody. Whether its a 40 year old man, or a 16 year old girl, I will wait for them to reach the door before I turn my back on them.
I remember once at Speedy Stop in Portland I held the door open for a few people, including one older man. My mom had said something to me, and the man looked at her and asked, "Is that your daughter?" and of course, she told him yes. He told her he rarely sees somebody of my age, let alone my gender, holding the door open anybody.
I guess I kinda like shocking people with my manners.  I love knowing that I did something nice for somebody else, and I hope that in return, somebody will do something nice for me.

I'm that kind of person that if you catch my eye, I will smile at you. Smiles are contagious, after all.


But, out of any act of kindness that someone has ever done for me - or for someone I'm with - nothing stands out more than when a stranger takes time out of their day to help us.


I was at La Palmera a while back, and I was nursing an ocular migraine. I stayed in the car at first to clear the first stage of the ocular migraine before I went in to find my mom. I knew she was in Hot Topic, so I sat at a table to wait for her. I couldn't take the noise of the mall, so I put my head in my hands to help the ache.
A few minutes later, a man walks up to my table and asks me if I'm alright.
He was just a normal guy visiting the mall. He wasn't with CCPD, and he wasn't a mall cop. He was just a normal guy on a normal day in the normal mall.

He even offered to buy me something to eat.

That act of kindness brought tears to my eyes that day.
This guy, who didn't know me at all, was nicer to me than some of my friends were that day.


It blew my mind.
And if there is even a slight chance that he may be reading this - thank you. You didn't have to take the time to check on me. But you did, and you amaze me. Thank you.



Another act of kindness happened today. I'll write about that as soon as I know I'm allowed to.


But, for all you readers out there, remember this:

What may seem like one small favor to you, may mean the world to someone else.




"Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see." - Mark Twain

Reading in the Dark

I realize that my blogs won't always be read.
And I'm not exactly sure that I created this for my thoughts to be read all the time.

I guess this is a safe place for me to vent and let anybody read it, instead of limiting my thoughts to a blog on my MySpace.
I want my opinions to be heard and understood, and I wouldn't mind a little commentary. I guess I figure this is as good a place as any.
And posting something on my wall on Facebook is just too.. annoying. It's too in your face, "LOOK AT ME, READ ME." If that makes any sense.

I find this as more of an option, whereas if I were to post it on my wall, you don't really have a choice but to look at it.


Maybe in future posts I'll help somebody with something. A personal problem, maybe? Math problem?
I'm kidding about the math problem.


I just like knowing that there is somebody reading what I have to say.
I'd write a book if I thought I could handle writing 200 pages of the stuff that fills my brain each day. But I doubt anybody would like to read that.
So, a blog will suit me just fine.

I'll try to keep these at a decent length so I won't bore any of my readers. If I have any. Haha.


I guess now would be a good time to end this one.
Good-bye, readers, and good luck, world.

"Hope is the dream of a man awake."

Away from the Sun

I've discovered something over the past couple of years.
Not everything in your life is going to make sense.

Life isn't always fair. Life isn't meant to be easy.
There aren't answers to everything, no matter how hard we search.
But we make it through, even if we don't want to.


If we let ourselves fall into a hole and let life bury us, then we'll never see what's beautiful.
Life can be beautiful, if we let it be.


What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.



“Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness.
Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing.
Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength.” - August Wilson