Abandon my sense of pride and open up to others? Sounds like a fortune cookie. But yes, I guess you guys are right. That's kind of what's already been going on with my mother, except for the burning in hell part, it's not something she would ever say to anyone. EDIT: And thanks for you guys who tried to console me for the death of my grandmother, I've already accepted her death. Her death and all the upcoming deaths of everyone I know and don't know. Just cause people die doesn't mean they were never here. I think I'm at peace with death.
I think that law is ridiculous. Who is to say something doesn't have “serious literary, artistic, political, or scientific value”? As long as an actual child or someone getting hurt isn't involved, I'm fine with whatever turns you on. Even I have some shota saved on my computer, does that automatically make me a child predator? I heard somewhere that James Cameron's next picture will involve a nude girl, in which he will use photo-realistic CGI to depict to avoid child protection laws.
Well so I didn't go back and watch the Grey's Anatomy episode, but I remember it was both heartwarming and sad. I myself am participating in a clinical trial, voluntarily letting myself become an experimental subject for medical research. Before any testing and evaluation was done, I was given a consent form to sign, reminding me of my rights, the risks, what procedures would be done, and that I could pull out of the trial at any time. Yesterday was my first appointment. I was asked to take a breathing test (the clinical trial is for asthma) to take deep breaths and blow hard into a tube attached to a machine. Afterward is when the trial coordinator pricked my skin several times to test for common allergens, hit hurt. She asked if I was okay, but I told her that it was fine. Next was the electrocardiogram test, she told me to relax on a reclining chair and to take off my shirt, to enable her to stick a dozen nodes to my chest, legs, and arms. Then I was asked to pee in a cup, I didn't need to go at the time so I asked for a glass of water, which she gave to me politely. After that was done, she needed a blood sample—more piercing of the skin! After we were done, but before I left, I was given a device, an electronic peck plow meter, for monitoring my asthma at home. She showed me how to use it, and I'm required to take and let it record my peck flow measurements every morning and night, kind of like a twice daily diary. So that's what happened to me yesterday at the doctor's. A lot of effort goes into testing a new drug, at least I'm being reimbursed for my time. The experiments they're doing to me I don't believe would be easy to do on someone that has no desire to take part. All those exams, tests, and procedures done on an uncooperative person? I think it could even be torture. I doubt many doctors would be inclined to experiment on prisoners.
I've seen most of the episodes, but I remember one scene that haunded me for days. When the Major shoots a young German centry. He's seemingly innocent and happy when he first sees the Major, until his simile melts into a dropped jaw when he realizes the Major is on the enemy's side. It gave me shivers. Only few movies and television shows can make me do that. So I applaud it for brilliant directing.
If I do go out and see this movie, Logan would be the only reason why I went. Never read the book, but from looking at the trailer, the main character kind of seems too childish for my taste. Oh! Just remembered, I think I saw Uma Thurman for a brief second the same trailer. If she is in it I'll defiantly go. I don't usually go see movies for it's actors, but I'm a fan of hers. I think she plays Madusa. Is she a main character?
Oh I know atheism isn't wrong. Actually, I believe it's the only right. The only atheist I'm talking about is myself, and how I'm not sure if I can make new friends who are religious, looking past the fact that I think they're delusional. I know I can go about things immaturely, like the Facebook thing. I'll have work on my shyness, but it's who I am. I always get shy when talking to a non-relative over the phone! I remember in an interview I was asked if I was shy, they had to assure me multiple times that they're not putting me on the spot. Instead of a note, how about I show them this thread? Tell them, "Come here! Read this!" Egh. If I do, never in my life would I had shared anything more intimate with my parents. Sometimes I wish I can take it back. I think my family could have lived happily not knowing I'm both a homo and atheist. And I think I would have been just fine keeping it to myself. Why did I ever feel obligated to tell them? Maybe I wasn't ready to tell them. I remember telling myself, "Better sooner than later!" Pfft! I've been an atheist a long time, I'm sure that it's not "losing faith." Accepting it after a while is exactly what happened with my vegetarianism. They always make sure that I have something to eat on the table. Maybe there's hope yet. We're visiting my grandmother's grave site later today, there's a good chance me being an atheist will come up. If so, I should just come out and talk with them. Telling myself, "Just do it. Just do it. Just do it" worked when coming out gay, but that was so much easier! Just two words. I said, "I'm gay." They said, "Okay." No need for explanation. My atheism is the only thing they haven't been supportive. Maybe they'll eventually they'll lighten up.
No, not coming out gay, I've already done that. Coming out atheist. Ugh, lame attempt at humor. Ha ha. Okay, so I've known that I'm an atheist for quite a while. Maybe even before I knew I was gay, maybe not, because maybe me being gay had something to do with it. I don't find it much of a big deal, but I live in a Catholic household. We never so much practice religion except when there's a death in the family, which there recently was—my grandmother died suddenly of a heart attack three weeks ago. More on that later. I'm never comfortable talking to my family about anything, I think it's a miracle that I already came out gay to them on my 17th birthday (I'm 18 now). After they said they were okay with it we never spoke of it again, but they did stop pestering me about getting myself a girlfriend. I was never able to sum up the courage to tell them that I'm an atheist too, instead I posted on my Facebook profile that I'm an atheist. I knew that the word would get out and somehow find it's way to my parents, whom never even touch computers. I was right. When my mother found out she was all, "You're not an atheist. You're a non-practicing Catholic. Change your Facebook profile.". Least she didn't yell, like the time I told her I wanted to be a vegetarian. Hearing those sentences took me by surprise, it had been almost a year since I posed that little bit of info, and such a random time to tell me she knew—we were in a 5 hour car ride to a weekend at Las Vegas, celebrating the new year. I was half-asleep at the time, and ignored her words. My mother is pretty much the only person I know that's concerned that I don't believe in God, or knows I don't believe, nobody else seems talks about it. Next time the subject came up was the following Sunday. My mom invited me to come with her to church, something I haven't done in like, 10 years. I declined. Then I was thoughtfully reminded by her that I'm not actually an atheist. A couple of weeks later, just when I thought the subject of me being an atheist was forgotten, my grandmother died. I think I loved my grandma very much, but her death started a wave of daily prayers throughout my entire family (which is very large, thanks to her), which I participated in to not upset anyone. Horrible! Not a day goes by that I'm reminded that I'm different. I guess this isn't really a traditional help with life thread, I can deal with people not tolerating me not believing in God. I just need a place to vent. I'm shy as **** and I hate talking face to face. I didn't think my so-called friends would be a good candidates to go talk to. They (both) believe in ghosts, and look down on me for not believing in them too, and are scared of saying bloody Mary three times in front of a mirror. Things that I believe are used to scare children, like the bogeyman. I'm not sure if I can respect someone who believes in fairy tales. I would be hard-pressed to discuss anything serious with them. I know this is a harsh thing to say but I can't help losing respect for someone when I hear that they believe in the supernatural. It's so hard to casually meet other people who are atheists, religion is such controversial thing to bring up, you never know where people stand. Today is Valentine's Day! Ugh! I dread it. Relationships? Nice young men who happen to be atheist, gay, and vegetarian? FORGET IT! I guess being a vegetarian isn't a standard for me, but still. I'm perfectly fine being alone, but I'm not sure if I want it to say like this for the rest of my life. Anyone else familiar with the character James from the novel Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You? Or Brian Kenny from the series Queer as Folk? Yeah, I'm VERY much like them beliefs and personality wise, but I don't want to end up like them! I know this is a very controversial post, but if you don't have anything nice to say I would rather not hear it. So yeah, as for questions, um, my questions to you are: How do I get over myself and teach them to accept me, and how do I let myself accept them? I gave myself multiple laughs writing this post. Thanks for reading.
Cause it's her body, her baby, not the attacker's. Well of course not, you're already here. But if you were I think no one you would have known would know the difference. I believe a decent thing to do would be provide a loving and caring home for a baby. If you're properly able to do these things and still live happily then by all means have one. An interesting scenario came to mind: A single pregnant woman haves her baby aborted, because she was still in school and was barely able to support herself. Now in the years to come she will able to finish school, have a successful career and marry the love of her life, whom she'll have three children with. I believe this is the wishful thinking most pro-choicers have, instead of forcing a baby onto women. We need to think of the consequences if abortion became illegal.
I agree that if another person kills your baby, it should be considered manslaughter. But this is not abortion. As for abortion being murder: if abortion is murder, so is the killing of other life forms such as animals and plants. Why do we kill them? Cause of convenience. The same conveniences we have like condoms, birth control, and getting your tubes tied. If so, these things should also be considered denying life. I personally would rather like to see a mother give birth to a baby when she's ready instead when she's still a teenager. It's a matter of taking responsibility of both lives (the mother's and baby's) when it comes to choosing abortion or not.
This entire argument reminds me of the Grey's Anatomy episode(s) about a death row inmate who wanted to give his organs to a dieing child, and I guess by the end of the show the lesson was: self euthanasia—good, murder—bad. I have all current seasons on DVD, think I'll go watch it then post my thoughts later.
Prisoners, even the ones on death row, are still human. I think a good idea would be to offer prisoners lenience on their sentences if they participate in experiments/clinical trials. After being presented by the risks of course.
Agreed, I'm totally against it when people have to use lies and false representation in order to gain sympathy for their campaigns. Even as a vegetarian I don't have much respect for PETA. Plus, PETA isn't the only one that needs to learn that pie throwing doesn't solve anything.
Right now I'm reading Fahrenheit 451, next I'll be reading Lord of the Flies.
This is the kind of thing you have to come to terms with if you're famous, especially if you're the star of a movie that receives so much exposure.
I don't think that rule applied just to women. I believe it's because in the olden days, being hefty was a sign of wealth – and marrying into a wealthy family meant you would become forever prosperous and have a high social standing. I'm talking from my experience in history class and having recently watched Pride and Prejudice on T.V.
The last movie I watched was Interview with the Vampire. Last time I saw it was many years ago, only remembering the violence and sadness. The movie was as I remembered: truly tragic, showing how it's impossible for the main character to go blithely through his immortal life as a vampire who is still empathetic to humans.
I didn't enjoy reading up on this discussion with most people's beliefs stating what people can't feel and what they are actually feeling upon meeting a stranger they a feel strong emotional desire for, or connection with. That may be true in your own experience, but I believe everyone experiences and defines love differently. Just cause a couple divorces doesn't mean they didn't at some point loved one other.
I don't think gambling should be illegal, the minimum legal age to gamble is already the same as when you're considered an adult in most states. Of course gambling has risks, and it's important to know what they are. It's the same as knowing the risks when traveling: getting into a car, plane, or taking a walk. Are you well enough to drive? Plane safety statistics. Are you alone and/or is it dark out? I believe the line that defines rational and irrational differs for each person and situation. As for myself, I'm a good poker player; so my chances at winning in a poker game is higher than an amateur. How about something based solely on luck? Are buying lottery tickets rational?
The only Spyro game I have played and beaten was Ripto's Rage. I remember having unlocked all the orbs and learned the fire blast move, and that unforgettable line by Elora, "I'm a faun, you dork!"
Out of all the Disney movies I have seen, the one that got me closest to crying was Old Yeller.