Okay, so that's only partially true. I saw something I'm just not sure what exactly that something was. Let me set it up for you...
I was riding through a wildlife preserve, nothing special just riding down the trails to get to a friends house and see
the sights cause I was visiting and never seen that area. Spots of the preserve have been burnt to kill the weeds
and all that good stuff so every so often there will be patches of charred trees and black ground. Well, we're
getting pretty close to the end of the preserve and I'm playing on my phone when I see something out of the corner
of my eye. I look up, and of course, nothing is there. After a few hundred feet of driving I say to the rest of the
people in the car, "I think I just saw something.. I'm not sure what I saw, but it was something." So, like any good
horror movie, we turn around. One of the guys gets out of the truck where I said I saw said 'thing' and goes
trekking in the woods. His girlfriend gets out, watches, then after he dips down the hill out of sight, she goes with
him. Needless to say, they didn't see anything but a trail worn in the dirt upon further investigation, but charred
trees don't give you an uneasy feeling.
Not saying it was a bigfoot. But something caught my attention, and it spooked me well enough to wonder..
Dudes, please help me understand. Why is it the sweet girls, with the hearts that are too big for their own good, the girl who wants to be nothing but a great girlfriend to you is the one you always fuck with ? Like, really...why ? What satisfaction comes out of screwing over the sweetest girls, the best one for you, and you chase her off ?
Apparently a guy that will be silly with me; love me for who i am, flaws and all, be cheesy to remind me why I liked him in the first place and serious when he needs to be; one who will teach me things and not act like I'm a nuisance or dumb; one who enjoys cuddling but wont be afraid to challenge me to a COD war; will hold me when I'm sad and chase after me when I'm mad is just too much to ask these days. =/
What happened to the guys like in Gone with the Wind ? The ones who bent over backwards for a girl who wasn't even interested, just because they care about her soo much they want to woo her and show her how important she is. Where are those guys, cause... I'm starting to think they don't exist anymore.
I have a lot of pet peeves with my stepmom, but I think the worst one is her OCD about her cars, a camaro and a vette.
Everytime I walk out of the house with something more than a purse: "Watch out for my car" / "Don't hit my car".
Everytime I talk about MY car (a camaro as well) she must point out why hers is better.
When we park somewhere: "They're awfully close to the line, the better not hit my car"
She will not drive her camaro on interstates for fear that a rock will hit her car and scratch it. She won't drive it in the rain. She will walk 30 extra yards to park away from other cars, then bitch when she comes out and someone is next to her car. My favorite part is, that she hasn't driven her camaro in 6 months (HALF A YEAR) because she has a corvette. How much better is it now, sitting there covered in cobwebs looking pretty and collecting dust and bugs ?
ITS A CAR !
If you're going to pour money into a car be proud of it and show it off ! Don't let it sit in the garage for months to collect dust and rot away. If its nice and you've spent THAT much money on it, you should be proud of your baby ! I drove my car as much as I possibly could, rain or shine, cold or hot (even during the southern summers with no AC). I loved turning heads with my car, and I was not afraid of it having a scratch or two because of road debris, its a car, its gonna happen. THAT is true pride in a car. Cars have wheels because they are meant to be driven. Cars have motors because they are meant to be put to use. That 450 horse power you love bragging about so much, stop talking and prove it ! Cars were not created to stare at, that's what model cars are for. These are functioning machines, put them to use !!
And please, if you're gonna have a trophy car, just to stare at in your garage, and wax it monthly--take the motor out and give it to someone who would appreciate it.
My dad and I had a serious discussion on the way home from work, and this is how it went.
It started with me being surprised about a radio clip I heard where when the topic of race came up (NOT in a derrogatory), white people get anxious/nervous on behalf of the black people (expecting them to get offended and angry) and most black people don't mind it. For instance, if you ask a question, just trying to understand so that you DON'T offend a black person later, they're cool to educate us white people, and other white people that overhear it get anxious. (It'd be really interesting to see if anyone would comment and say they got apprehensive reading this, wondering how a black person would take it!)
Then it turned to the question of why is it okay for a black person to call another black person 'nigger/nigga' but its not okay for a white person to do it ? I don't call my fellow white people 'honkey' or any other word that's primary use is to offend a white person. You don't hear gay guys calling other gay guys 'faggot'. So why, in the black community have they turned the word that used to be extreeeeemely offensive and completely degrading, into a very common and friendly word ? I don't understand. BLACK PEOPLE -- EDUCATE ME !
This is where it got good: I came to the realization that racism only goes one way. Racism means "prejudice or animosity against people who belong to other races" but what the definition should really say is "prejudice or animosity from white people against people that belong to any other race" because that's the ONLY time it seems to matter !!
--If there's a group that refuses to let black, mexican, japanese or middle easterners join it -- they're called racist.
--If a company caters to a white community / audience (ie Disney having all white princesses until 2009)-- they're called racist.
--If there is a group of all blacks that refuse to let whites, japanese, mexican or middle easterners join-- its called a African American group. The same goes for any respective group. African Americans, Indians, Mexicans etc. get scholarships JUST for their skin color or heritage, if there was a scholarship that ONLY white people could recieve--its called racism.
--If a company caters to a black community (FUBU / ECKO ) perfectly okay, that's just their style of clothes its cool.
I think racism goes both ways. And I think its bullshit that white people ALWAYS get called out about it.
HATE ME FOR THIS IF YOU WANT TO, I COULD CARE LESS. ITS MY OPINION / OBSERVATIONS. I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT, AND I DON'T LIKE IT.
A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"
The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:
"Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness.
They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia.
They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.
Mermaids do not exist.
But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish?
They would have no sex life and could not bear children.
Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.
And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?
Without a doubt, I'd rather be a whale.
At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.
We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn't enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.
We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.
Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: "How amazing am I ?! "
I love this woman, her confidence and the way she put this. Granted if I were lucky enough to be tiny, I'd enjoy every bit of it, but I embrace my size now, I'm not ashamed of it. I'd much rather be a whale than a mermaid.