"Words. Words. Words. I'm so sick of words."
Politics are words. They are words sweetly said, words without meaning, words with too much meaning... words misinterpretted and misunderstood. Those with a higher education, and a soothingly sweet way with words, "brainwashing" everyone into one thing or another.
I hate it. And I am unafiliated because of it.
Am I unaware? Sure. Do I choose to be? Very much so. Is it wrong? Hell if I care. Am I being brainwashed? ::pause:: If a politician came to my door, they'd be very nastily sent away, be them for or against something I believed. I was walking with my mom and we were stopped by one of her friends who thought differently than she did. The conversation started. It might have been me being uber hungry, and so somewhat annoyed at the delay... or it might just have been me, being me. I suppose one might say I made the mistake of speaking up to try to end the conversation. The attention turned to me, and the question of 'what do you know?' came up. My response: "Less than most everyone, it so seems. Yet as far as I'm concerned, both sides do not know enough to know what the future will be like, and so it is all a bunch of pointless banter which will result to nothing but angry people, more arguing, and unresolved issues. Do not preach to me, I care not to hear either side."
The guy paused and tried to babble on about something. He started to defend himself saying he wasn't going to preach. I just looked at him. He shut up. I got my food shortly after.
Close minded? Perhaps. For the time being. Why? I believe there are far more important things in life.
"But Megan! If you vote, you have the abilty to change what happens!" Bull shit. That only works if everyone believes with me. And more often than not, that will not be so. I am different, and proud to be. I do not think a large scale change is very practical. ::shrugs:: But who am I? Not even a person on the records, as I do not vote.
To all those who care about politics... I'm a number. I'm a number, I'm a check mark, I'm one more they can suck into their sweet little words which may or may not have anything to do with what they really want. Words can be twisted around so that people hear what they want... they can also be arranged so that people think they hear one thing, and in fact they do not... but because of the way the brain works... that is how it goes.
So I stay out of it all. I stay ignorant of the corruption. Blissfully, I might add. I stick to the more important things in life. "But... what could be more important than changing the world we live in?" My answer:
Life.
So what. You're going to vote and sit around and hope that your life gets better. How about you get up off your ass, and instead of making little checkmarks hoping other people believe the same as you... then waiting for the long time for issues to go through... then issues to be voted on again... only to have them veto'd in the long run... how about you fix your situation? Not happy? Find something which makes you happy.
Change.
Change yourself. Don't try to change everyone else. Politics and Religion... on the grand scale... are but one thing. A box. It's people trying to fit you into a box. Believe this. Agree with this. Act like this. Vote like this. I will do this, so you can do this. A box.
But what do you say to your friend who's sick with the flu, pneumonia, bronchitis, what have you? "Hey... the democrats are taking over the senate. Things might get better."? You say that, with or without your sarcasm, and your friend would just stare at you. Depending, even, they might cry. There they are, sick, hoping to be comforted by a friend. Hoping their friend might find something which would help them feel better... and instead of talking about simple things... the simple joys in life, making a bit of a joke... it goes grand scale.
I have a friend so caught up in the politics of the world, that he is being consumed by its corruption. I see he ought to be twitterpaited. . . and yet he chooses to be annoyed. Annoyed because he, this time, was the minority.
I have another friend who I find to be absolutely beautiful in her difference... and yet she fights to be accepted by society. She ignores the beauty that is within her to be similar... instead of seeing that she can grow greater by allowing herself to be different.
A third friend of mine, and a common occurance it seems to be, is depressed that he cannot be the head of it all. Be in the limelight. Be loved by everyone.
What does it matter on the grand scale what others think? Why fit into society, with its religion and its politics, with its hate and anger, with its sneers, jeers, and curses... when you can strive to be different?
So you might not be the millionaire. So you might not become president. So you might not be the strongest speaker, reader, thinker, or doer... Take pride and pleasure in what you are, and what you do have. There is only *ONE* that matters... and He is on a far grander scale than simply the one we humans think in.
Should we strive to be the same as everyone else? Or should we strive to be *us*... whoever that may be? Strive to be who you are. Only then will you be loved by who you are. Throw away the masks. Throw away the facades. Take a look, instead of at others, at yourself. Be *you* and care not that it doesn't match what society thinks as right.
Call me ignorant. Call me what you will. I know why I'm here. I know what makes me happy. I know, of sorts, what I want to be. Friends are the family you choose. My family, this goes out to you.
I hate it. And I am unafiliated because of it.
Am I unaware? Sure. Do I choose to be? Very much so. Is it wrong? Hell if I care. Am I being brainwashed? ::pause:: If a politician came to my door, they'd be very nastily sent away, be them for or against something I believed. I was walking with my mom and we were stopped by one of her friends who thought differently than she did. The conversation started. It might have been me being uber hungry, and so somewhat annoyed at the delay... or it might just have been me, being me. I suppose one might say I made the mistake of speaking up to try to end the conversation. The attention turned to me, and the question of 'what do you know?' came up. My response: "Less than most everyone, it so seems. Yet as far as I'm concerned, both sides do not know enough to know what the future will be like, and so it is all a bunch of pointless banter which will result to nothing but angry people, more arguing, and unresolved issues. Do not preach to me, I care not to hear either side."
The guy paused and tried to babble on about something. He started to defend himself saying he wasn't going to preach. I just looked at him. He shut up. I got my food shortly after.
Close minded? Perhaps. For the time being. Why? I believe there are far more important things in life.
"But Megan! If you vote, you have the abilty to change what happens!" Bull shit. That only works if everyone believes with me. And more often than not, that will not be so. I am different, and proud to be. I do not think a large scale change is very practical. ::shrugs:: But who am I? Not even a person on the records, as I do not vote.
To all those who care about politics... I'm a number. I'm a number, I'm a check mark, I'm one more they can suck into their sweet little words which may or may not have anything to do with what they really want. Words can be twisted around so that people hear what they want... they can also be arranged so that people think they hear one thing, and in fact they do not... but because of the way the brain works... that is how it goes.
So I stay out of it all. I stay ignorant of the corruption. Blissfully, I might add. I stick to the more important things in life. "But... what could be more important than changing the world we live in?" My answer:
Life.
So what. You're going to vote and sit around and hope that your life gets better. How about you get up off your ass, and instead of making little checkmarks hoping other people believe the same as you... then waiting for the long time for issues to go through... then issues to be voted on again... only to have them veto'd in the long run... how about you fix your situation? Not happy? Find something which makes you happy.
Change.
Change yourself. Don't try to change everyone else. Politics and Religion... on the grand scale... are but one thing. A box. It's people trying to fit you into a box. Believe this. Agree with this. Act like this. Vote like this. I will do this, so you can do this. A box.
But what do you say to your friend who's sick with the flu, pneumonia, bronchitis, what have you? "Hey... the democrats are taking over the senate. Things might get better."? You say that, with or without your sarcasm, and your friend would just stare at you. Depending, even, they might cry. There they are, sick, hoping to be comforted by a friend. Hoping their friend might find something which would help them feel better... and instead of talking about simple things... the simple joys in life, making a bit of a joke... it goes grand scale.
I have a friend so caught up in the politics of the world, that he is being consumed by its corruption. I see he ought to be twitterpaited. . . and yet he chooses to be annoyed. Annoyed because he, this time, was the minority.
I have another friend who I find to be absolutely beautiful in her difference... and yet she fights to be accepted by society. She ignores the beauty that is within her to be similar... instead of seeing that she can grow greater by allowing herself to be different.
A third friend of mine, and a common occurance it seems to be, is depressed that he cannot be the head of it all. Be in the limelight. Be loved by everyone.
What does it matter on the grand scale what others think? Why fit into society, with its religion and its politics, with its hate and anger, with its sneers, jeers, and curses... when you can strive to be different?
So you might not be the millionaire. So you might not become president. So you might not be the strongest speaker, reader, thinker, or doer... Take pride and pleasure in what you are, and what you do have. There is only *ONE* that matters... and He is on a far grander scale than simply the one we humans think in.
Should we strive to be the same as everyone else? Or should we strive to be *us*... whoever that may be? Strive to be who you are. Only then will you be loved by who you are. Throw away the masks. Throw away the facades. Take a look, instead of at others, at yourself. Be *you* and care not that it doesn't match what society thinks as right.
Call me ignorant. Call me what you will. I know why I'm here. I know what makes me happy. I know, of sorts, what I want to be. Friends are the family you choose. My family, this goes out to you.