I’ll update my thoughts on this a little later, but I wanted to begin what I will eventually develop into my thoughts and opinions on Gay marriage and Amendment One.
From both the “black” and “white” sides of the homosexuality debate—the Christians, and the non-Christians—I give my grey side and say that as the times have changed, Love is the most important element of Christianity.
Let it be known that I am strongly against Amendment One, despite my (somewhat nontraditional) commitment to my Christian beliefs. I cannot stand for Christians to condemn who one falls in love with, nor can I stand for non-Christians to condemn the entirety of the Christian faith on the grounds of the opinions of a few arrogant, unintelligent, bigoted assholes.
He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.
Or am I just really protective of what and who is mine?
Or am I just really reaaaaaaaally good at finding out anything I want to know?
Or is it a combination of all three?????
And though I was angry when the University suggested I seek counseling about “drinking” problems. It could have potentially suggested that I would eventually find myself in a whirlwind of depression and intense mood-swings. What could be causing these feelings?
Pain from Freshman Year?
Depression from getting the ticket I didn’t deserve?
Mistrust for a recent wrong against me?
Fear of being alone?
Constant fear of failing?
Feeling of not being good enough?
Stress from school?
The never-ending cycle of crappy technology faulting out on me?
It could be a number of things. It could be one thing. It could be a combination of sorts. It could be something bigger that I’d never expected. Who knows. I’m going to do things right for myself though. It is my plan to seek help, even if just once. Thanks, UNC, for at least letting me know someone would listen with an unbiased mind.
that I am not always a bitch, but when you mess with things that are MINE, I will turn into the biggest bitch you’ve ever known, ever seen, or ever heard of.
A shared history.
Silently broken separation of paths.
Separate happiness & love in another.
Three Months. So Happy.
I guess that makes me a ceiling fan.