The "weekend" in technicolor.
At 7:30 I dropped Melissa off at work, and I keep thinking how I should go back to bed because I don't go into work until 11, and work until 8. Also, last night we split a bottle of wine, and I being considerably light weight got very trashed, and I do believe I am warding off a hangover headache. Nonetheless, I feel like there isn't enough time in the world, and by sleeping at this point I'd be wasting my life. I'd be wasting well spent time with the kitties, with my thoughts, with this new cd I downloaded and need to come up with thoughts about.
On Thursday (day off el numero uno) we went to this thing called "I Had an Abortion" which was a documentary from this author, who Melissa is currently reading a book by called "ManifestA." It was very interesting. Different women who have had abortions since 1934 telling their stories of abortions. The good, the bad, the sex that put them there, or the rape, for that matter. Then several women stepped up to the darkly lit stage and told their stories. It was a really good thing because I think more than anything, a lot of women really needed to have a bond with other women who had gone through the same situation, and a lot of them, I think, did just need other people to listen. People to clap for their bravery, and their freedom. For their good decision for themselves, and for the guilt they should not feel. A part of me, when going to those things feels as though I have no real right to an opinion at all, because I have never been in the shoes where I have needed to make a decision such as that. On the other hand, I am a women, and I do know people who's lives have definitely been saved because that's the decision they had to make it, and it was the right one for them. I think we are all entitled to a choice, even when someone else tries to make it for us. The choice to think about what our futures would be like, and what the possibility of someone else's future would be. I have a lot of respect for any women who has had to go through that situation, in every step of it, I really respect them. During this movie, they played Ani Difranco, who I heard once when I was thirteen, from Beka, Augustine's sister. I didn't like her. When I heard her in the movie, she really appealed to me, and I am listening to her cd now.
I also realized in that room, much like I did at Take Back The Night that not all women are the same. I get so tired of seeing college girls dumbing themselves down, and slutting themselves out. Girls attacking each other, and living in a competition with each other. I, of course, am not one of those girls. Doing that seems like something you do in high school. Not something you do when you're older. The girls who wear skin tight clothes, and sit on random guys laps, or bend over for them, when all this guy is doing is basking in it because he's convinced all these girls to do this, and he won't give any one of those girls any more attention than the next. Unless he thinks he could go to bed with them, then it's survival of the fittest. Who will go the farthest? It really is a competition. Because they allowed him, and themselves to turn it into a competition. A competition for meaningless sex. I have grown so tired of those girls. These are the girls who say "Oh, you're a lesbian. I don't care. So long as you don't hit on me or anything." The girls who I want to say "Trust me, that won't be a problem. You're not that great." Being in a room of women who don't all look the same, but in fact, don't look quite so tamed and plastic. Women who look very interesting, and different. Not based upon their clothes, but actually in their faces, and the personality inside of their shells. The intelligence, or whatever attribute they have that they shine. Personality, it's something we overlook. Something of the past. I am so glad to see girls who still have this, girls who's breasts aren't pouring out of their shirts, and for some reason, even if they were, you're eyes wouldn't be drawn to them in the way they are to the other kind of girl. Because unlike that stupid kind of girl, what they are saying from their mouthes is much more important than anything on their body. That is the truth attraction of a women. That what is coming from her mouth, and her eyes is really the icing on the cake. Not what's hiding in her pants, or her shirt. That's just the added bonus. The thing you have to deserve, not the thing that's being thrown around to the public.
I've grown tired of the personality type that thinks it's alright to hurt people's feelings. There is this certain personality type, I think for every person it's a different personality. However, they just have this way about them of getting under someone's skin. They are manipulative, persuasive, self-centered, and cocky. They bask in this. They are out for themselves, and themselves only. Along the way they hurt people's feelings, and upon this realize how easy it is to pull their strings. These are the people who when you say you don't appreciate people talking of drugs around you, because it reminds you of things you'd rather forget, they bring it up over and over again just to see how far they can bend you, and what kind of a reaction you will give. It's not that they don't like you, it's that they only really care about themselves. They like to make you think it's a flaw within yourself, though. It's just not though. It's a flaw within themselves, commonly known as, complete utter selfishness, and self-centeredness. And fuck those people for being that way, each and every one of them. They just don't care that they make perfectly wonderful people feel shitty, and not useful. These people ARE the Portrait of Dorian Grey.
I also really see why I am going to make this little apartment really great for the time that we are here. I am going to make it really enjoyable. Because Melissa deserves an amazing home. We're also going to get a couch sometime. That's something we'll need, because in my chair I found a hole in the back where I pulled out a perfectly good mens t-shirt, and a rag that I can't help but wonder what it was used for. Needless to say we "found" these chairs.
Charlie and Alice are breaking down their walls. Alice doesn't think we are such horrible people for bringing home Charlie. Charlie loves us a lot.
On Thursday (day off el numero uno) we went to this thing called "I Had an Abortion" which was a documentary from this author, who Melissa is currently reading a book by called "ManifestA." It was very interesting. Different women who have had abortions since 1934 telling their stories of abortions. The good, the bad, the sex that put them there, or the rape, for that matter. Then several women stepped up to the darkly lit stage and told their stories. It was a really good thing because I think more than anything, a lot of women really needed to have a bond with other women who had gone through the same situation, and a lot of them, I think, did just need other people to listen. People to clap for their bravery, and their freedom. For their good decision for themselves, and for the guilt they should not feel. A part of me, when going to those things feels as though I have no real right to an opinion at all, because I have never been in the shoes where I have needed to make a decision such as that. On the other hand, I am a women, and I do know people who's lives have definitely been saved because that's the decision they had to make it, and it was the right one for them. I think we are all entitled to a choice, even when someone else tries to make it for us. The choice to think about what our futures would be like, and what the possibility of someone else's future would be. I have a lot of respect for any women who has had to go through that situation, in every step of it, I really respect them. During this movie, they played Ani Difranco, who I heard once when I was thirteen, from Beka, Augustine's sister. I didn't like her. When I heard her in the movie, she really appealed to me, and I am listening to her cd now.
I also realized in that room, much like I did at Take Back The Night that not all women are the same. I get so tired of seeing college girls dumbing themselves down, and slutting themselves out. Girls attacking each other, and living in a competition with each other. I, of course, am not one of those girls. Doing that seems like something you do in high school. Not something you do when you're older. The girls who wear skin tight clothes, and sit on random guys laps, or bend over for them, when all this guy is doing is basking in it because he's convinced all these girls to do this, and he won't give any one of those girls any more attention than the next. Unless he thinks he could go to bed with them, then it's survival of the fittest. Who will go the farthest? It really is a competition. Because they allowed him, and themselves to turn it into a competition. A competition for meaningless sex. I have grown so tired of those girls. These are the girls who say "Oh, you're a lesbian. I don't care. So long as you don't hit on me or anything." The girls who I want to say "Trust me, that won't be a problem. You're not that great." Being in a room of women who don't all look the same, but in fact, don't look quite so tamed and plastic. Women who look very interesting, and different. Not based upon their clothes, but actually in their faces, and the personality inside of their shells. The intelligence, or whatever attribute they have that they shine. Personality, it's something we overlook. Something of the past. I am so glad to see girls who still have this, girls who's breasts aren't pouring out of their shirts, and for some reason, even if they were, you're eyes wouldn't be drawn to them in the way they are to the other kind of girl. Because unlike that stupid kind of girl, what they are saying from their mouthes is much more important than anything on their body. That is the truth attraction of a women. That what is coming from her mouth, and her eyes is really the icing on the cake. Not what's hiding in her pants, or her shirt. That's just the added bonus. The thing you have to deserve, not the thing that's being thrown around to the public.
I've grown tired of the personality type that thinks it's alright to hurt people's feelings. There is this certain personality type, I think for every person it's a different personality. However, they just have this way about them of getting under someone's skin. They are manipulative, persuasive, self-centered, and cocky. They bask in this. They are out for themselves, and themselves only. Along the way they hurt people's feelings, and upon this realize how easy it is to pull their strings. These are the people who when you say you don't appreciate people talking of drugs around you, because it reminds you of things you'd rather forget, they bring it up over and over again just to see how far they can bend you, and what kind of a reaction you will give. It's not that they don't like you, it's that they only really care about themselves. They like to make you think it's a flaw within yourself, though. It's just not though. It's a flaw within themselves, commonly known as, complete utter selfishness, and self-centeredness. And fuck those people for being that way, each and every one of them. They just don't care that they make perfectly wonderful people feel shitty, and not useful. These people ARE the Portrait of Dorian Grey.
I also really see why I am going to make this little apartment really great for the time that we are here. I am going to make it really enjoyable. Because Melissa deserves an amazing home. We're also going to get a couch sometime. That's something we'll need, because in my chair I found a hole in the back where I pulled out a perfectly good mens t-shirt, and a rag that I can't help but wonder what it was used for. Needless to say we "found" these chairs.
Charlie and Alice are breaking down their walls. Alice doesn't think we are such horrible people for bringing home Charlie. Charlie loves us a lot.