Things That Bug me... Freedom Addition
“In life, just about every right decision you think you made will be followed up by 100 people telling you you’ve just made an ass of yourself)
- Me (Via Twitter & FaceBook)
So what's bugging me?
***Sherry and Erin*** Not them physically per say… Here, let me explain…
At about 11am this morning as I was listening to random banter at my job, I realized that two of my friends are leaving today to get married legally. Sounds normal right? Thing is, they're both girls. I attended their wedding here in Florence but now they're having to travel because they want it to be legal. Makes no sense really. In this age where people get married for money, fame, fortune or just blatant stupidty, my friends have to take a road trip for love.
We are taught growing up these things called "freedom of speech" or "freedom of expression" and all these other kinds of "freedoms" which I watch get extinguished everyday. How so? All this "freedom" being thrown here and there and it makes more sense for two people to be married for 5mins than my friends to be married for real. Pass the Bill already! (Really, there shouldn't be a Bill... It should just be but, I digress)
That's another thing... Stop calling it "gay marriage". In the chance that I ever get married (Whoo... That'll be the day), I won't be signing some civil union thingy. I can live in a house with a guy for YEARS and people say "You're common law married" but for gay/lesbian, they consider that as more of a roommate situation.
And you know what else? If I do get married, I certainly won't be running around saying "I got straight married today."
***Freedom*** Since I mentioned “freedom” *points* up there, I decided to talk a bit more about a different kind of freedom. (Since it's Veteran's Day and all...) As Americans, we are taught we’re free from birth. (I thank all our veterans for giving me the freedom and time to write this rant, by the way) Ya know, we can do this, we can do that… We can be anything. Which, is true… To an extent. I rather recently found myself living in my house alone. (Well, Zyi and Mo Mo are still here but, you get the general picture) It’s a different kind of freedom than the ones people are looking for in like… Say, Afghanistan but, I feel free to be myself. I don’t feel as if I have to do this or I have to do that. Something about living under the same roof with somebody for YEARS starts to wear on a person. Especially with me and my… Ya know… “Issues” Why haven’t I talked about this since David left? Well, at first I was devastated. I really was. Felt like I was gonna go crazy in this house but, as y’all can clearly see: Like Jesus and Liza, I’ve clearly made a come back! (Don’t tell me I can’t slide a Brian Kinney Quote in anywhere I want… BOOYAH!) It was time for me to grow anyway. As a person, a writer… As an anything. People get so wrapped up in a relationship sometimes. I’m no better.
I sit here sometimes and it hits me: One day, I’ll just be another name. Albeit, a long, awesomely put together name but, another one nonetheless. Ever since January, I’ll have these moments where it’ll hit me. One day, no matter what I’m doing, who I love, where I end up, in the end, I’ll be dead… Just like everybody else. Kinda sad that the only thing we have in couple with everyone we pass is we’re made up of all kinds of blood, tissue and muscle and one day we’ll be dead. Hate that murderer? Doesn’t matter, y’all have something in common. Loathe that rapist? You still have something in common. Wanna slap that bitch? Don’t bother… That bitch has something in common with you.
People fear death because it brings a type of freedom they’re not prepared for. It’s amazing how many times a day people use the words “dead” “death” or “dying” at leisure. They roll off the tongue so easily.
Kinda puts a new spin on “Freedom” huh?
Sure it does.
Later
- Me (Via Twitter & FaceBook)
So what's bugging me?
***Sherry and Erin*** Not them physically per say… Here, let me explain…
At about 11am this morning as I was listening to random banter at my job, I realized that two of my friends are leaving today to get married legally. Sounds normal right? Thing is, they're both girls. I attended their wedding here in Florence but now they're having to travel because they want it to be legal. Makes no sense really. In this age where people get married for money, fame, fortune or just blatant stupidty, my friends have to take a road trip for love.
We are taught growing up these things called "freedom of speech" or "freedom of expression" and all these other kinds of "freedoms" which I watch get extinguished everyday. How so? All this "freedom" being thrown here and there and it makes more sense for two people to be married for 5mins than my friends to be married for real. Pass the Bill already! (Really, there shouldn't be a Bill... It should just be but, I digress)
That's another thing... Stop calling it "gay marriage". In the chance that I ever get married (Whoo... That'll be the day), I won't be signing some civil union thingy. I can live in a house with a guy for YEARS and people say "You're common law married" but for gay/lesbian, they consider that as more of a roommate situation.
And you know what else? If I do get married, I certainly won't be running around saying "I got straight married today."
***Freedom*** Since I mentioned “freedom” *points* up there, I decided to talk a bit more about a different kind of freedom. (Since it's Veteran's Day and all...) As Americans, we are taught we’re free from birth. (I thank all our veterans for giving me the freedom and time to write this rant, by the way) Ya know, we can do this, we can do that… We can be anything. Which, is true… To an extent. I rather recently found myself living in my house alone. (Well, Zyi and Mo Mo are still here but, you get the general picture) It’s a different kind of freedom than the ones people are looking for in like… Say, Afghanistan but, I feel free to be myself. I don’t feel as if I have to do this or I have to do that. Something about living under the same roof with somebody for YEARS starts to wear on a person. Especially with me and my… Ya know… “Issues” Why haven’t I talked about this since David left? Well, at first I was devastated. I really was. Felt like I was gonna go crazy in this house but, as y’all can clearly see: Like Jesus and Liza, I’ve clearly made a come back! (Don’t tell me I can’t slide a Brian Kinney Quote in anywhere I want… BOOYAH!) It was time for me to grow anyway. As a person, a writer… As an anything. People get so wrapped up in a relationship sometimes. I’m no better.
I sit here sometimes and it hits me: One day, I’ll just be another name. Albeit, a long, awesomely put together name but, another one nonetheless. Ever since January, I’ll have these moments where it’ll hit me. One day, no matter what I’m doing, who I love, where I end up, in the end, I’ll be dead… Just like everybody else. Kinda sad that the only thing we have in couple with everyone we pass is we’re made up of all kinds of blood, tissue and muscle and one day we’ll be dead. Hate that murderer? Doesn’t matter, y’all have something in common. Loathe that rapist? You still have something in common. Wanna slap that bitch? Don’t bother… That bitch has something in common with you.
People fear death because it brings a type of freedom they’re not prepared for. It’s amazing how many times a day people use the words “dead” “death” or “dying” at leisure. They roll off the tongue so easily.
Kinda puts a new spin on “Freedom” huh?
Sure it does.
Later