Fun Fact: I hate to be challanged.

Fun Fact: He made the mistake of challanging me.

Fun Fact: I secretly like to be challanged.

For those that know me, those fun facts were not surprising because you already knew all of that. Furthermore, you know how I am. I'm a stubborn person. I hate being wrong and most of the time, unless it is morally unsound, I cannot say "NO" to anyone. I am a people pleaser in terms of trying to help whenever I can.

Fun Fact: That has nothing to do with this. Just more information about me that you probably don't care about.

He challenged me that I won't be able to post a blog entry everyday for 365 days and in that blog post mention 5 things I am grateful for. With this, I also have to mention 3 good deeds I either saw or was a part of during that day.

Apparently, this is the way that many people keep up with me so I will be updating it everyday with events. For those that are subscribed, I am sorry but get used to seeing my blog in your feed as new posts. It's not spam. I promise.

So, today's update: I had my one on one interview for Avanti today and it was rather nerveracking. I am so used to being able to walk into an interview and already having a reputation for being someone dependable and someone you want on your team. Here at UA, I don't have that reputation yet.

This was the third part of the process (I swear, everything at UA is a process). The first part was the actual application. Wait. I then received an email to come in for a group interview. More waiting. I then received an email about the one on one interview. I went to this said interview today. Guess what I'm doing next? Yep. More waiting. I will receive an email November 2nd with instructions to come to Student Services and get an envelope which will contain a letter of whether I made something I really want or not.

It's a strange feeling worrying if I made something or not and is definitely not one that I am used to.

In other news, I signed up for my spring classes today. I can not believe that my fall semester of college has flown by this fast! Why didn't high school go by this fast is what I'd like to know?! In my process of signing up for classes, I signed up for Italian. Yep. Random I know, but I just wanted to take one fun class. I might end up dropping it though depending on how the rest of my schedule plans out.

I am still doing the Getting Social thing and it has rather taken off faster than I thought it would. I might have bit off more than I can chew, but am thoroughy enjoying it. For that reason, I might take a web design class just for the heck of it and learn to use photoshop and more tools such as that for fun.

There is still no guy at UA. I have also come to the conclusion that I might be a little naive in my thinking when it comes to marriage and how it is. I guess I have this image in my head of how things are...but unfortunately am learning that most of the time the ideals I have don't end up happening.

Enough of that. I will close this with the 5 things I am grateful for today ( I will label this section "Gratitude" on every post and the 3 deeds or interesting things that happened during the day.

Gratitude:

1. I made it through the crazy weather last night and am here typing this tonight.
2. Katie being able to pull the plastic out of my foot that I somehow stepped on. Seeing as how I would be spending my day in heels, I was incredibly grateful for this.
3. Making it to the one on one interview for Avanti.
4. My amazing Daddy. He turned another year older today.
5. Brittany and her helping me pick out an outfit for tomorrow. Could be interesting.

• I met a guy today while waiting for my interview to begin and he was really nice. He just striked up a conversation and got all of my information. It was great, because I needed to calm down before my interview.
• I went and got Katie two Sierra Mists this afternoon because she wan't feeling well. I'm pretty sure that counts as a good deed.
• The rain has finally stopped, but some guy did offer to share an umbrella with me earlier. Thank you random person.

Ironically, a week ago I posted a parody between rain and love. Make no mistake, I do love the rain and everything that it represents. However, I have realized that sometimes, you can have too much of a good thing.

This past week in Birmingham, it has rained and been cloudy most of the time. Making days seem much like days seen only in horror movies with clouds, gloom, and a haze covering everywhere. Except Saturday.

Being sent to Target for baby items is not uncommon for me. I guess having a daughter that’s old enough to drive and get those things is just one of the added bonuses that my mom gets for having an 18 year old and then a 7 month old.  So, after my normal routine of going into Target, getting dirty looks, getting asked how old my baby is, and then filling in whichever person decided to actually be so bold, hearing the laughter when I explain that it’s actually my little brother, and walking out…I decided to go to Starbucks.

Sitting in line at Starbucks, I see what would have been the perfect picture of life. And of course, I had no camera.

Sitting in front of me, was half of the street as bright as can be with a few clouds here and there. Fluffy and white, they were the kind of clouds that reminded you of bunnies and laying on your back in the grass during the Summer. On the other side of the street were huge dark clouds, looking as if they were ready to strike with their venom any second. And, connecting these two words, was one of the most amazing rainbows I have ever seen in my life.

Each strand of this rainbow was a magnificent color. Bright and vibrant, even against the dark clouds, you could see every one of them with impeccable clarity. It was at this moment that I realized, sometimes it takes life being dark and dreary to be able to see the things that are truly wonderful, and when they do occasionally it makes them just that must better in contrast.

This rainbow was connecting two very different worlds. At one end, you saw sunshine and at the other, you saw nothing but darkness. Two worlds that created something amazing to see. Two worlds, that individually might not have been so amazing, but when brought together, made everything seem so much better.

All of this while enjoying a White Chocolate Mocha with a shot of Toffee Nut. It doesn’t get much better than that.

Recently, I joined an online community called "Grace In Small Things." I stumbled upon this community from a friend's blog and was curious when I saw all these lists that had things like "the sunset, hearing my dad laugh, and some various other things." When I asked her about it, she said she had joined a community that strives on bringing out the positive things in life instead of the negative, which seems to be the more popular choice in these times.

Unfortunately, I have reached another point in my life where my parents were right. And, I really hate to admit that for more than one reason. First off, this isn't the first time this has happened. Secondly, I know that it will happen again. And finally, I am scared of what they might be right about next.

Let's face it, no matter what age we are, it is hard to admit that our parents are right. It just seems unnatural to admit that someone that can't work a television set knows about a lot of other things.

I mean, the fact that they can't figure out how to text message and yet they have all this philosophical knowledge befuddles me. They can't figure out T9 but they know all about relationships, school, jobs, and they have all this experience...in everything, except, of course, anything dealing with a remote, sliding your finger, or pushing a button. (No sexual innuendos intended)

So, back on track...once again my parents were right. They have been right about the guys that weren't going to be good for me. They have been right about the guys that seemed to be good guys, but really weren't. They have been right about school and the importance of it. They have been right about how leggings would come back in style (good job MaMa). Although the most recent thing they were right about was the fact that eventually, my guy friends would get girlfriends that didn't like their having a female best friend.

If you don't know anything about me, I love football and every other kind of sport. I work at Bama Fever and basically plan my dating calendar around Alabama Football. (And now the importance of being a Bama fan becomes important when dating me becomes apparent). I also love politics and...ok...maybe guys aren't interested in that. Not to mention, I am a girl (in case you haven't heard). So, they think I am all into the female mind, although, I hate to tell them, I try and get as far away from that as possible. And, apparently, "I speak 'guy' ." And, to be perfectly honest, I can't figure out if that is a good quality or not.

I guess, for all the above reasons, I am the best "girl friend" to a lot of guys. That is how it has always been. I never saw that changing. Life was good.

Girls are complicated. I will never understand how a man learns to understand one enough to marry her and continually tick her off every day or every other day. There is so much drama and talk of shows and clothes and Coach bags. $300 for a bag?! That could buy a signed Tim Tebow jersey ladies. Maybe even two depending on if he was feeling charitable that day or not.

All the above reasons are probably another reason that I have kind of migrated to guy best friends. The relationship is simple. I have a guy problem, they go and beat him up. I have a football need, I ask. They have a football need, they ask. They have burping contests and I judge them. I occasionally hear the story about the girl last night and scold them for talking about girls in such foul ways all the while secretly thinking how preposterous this story must be.

Ah...with some chips and salsa, this would be the perfect relationship right?

But, like every other story, there is an evil villain...the girlfriend.

My Daddy warned me that eventually, I would come to an age where girls didn't like their boyfriend having a girl for their best friend. Apparently, "this is awkward and just drives girlfriends crazy." I can honestly say, apparently, is not a true statement, because it does. No doubt.

Suddenly, you are not the girl that has been their best friend for four years. No, you are the girl that wants to steal him away. You are not the girl that all the guys hang around with on Saturday to watch football with. Nope, you are the evil mastermind planning to pick their boyfriend, buy plane tickets, escape with them to Barbados, and dance the night away under the stars. You are also not the girl that has grown up with him. You know him really well, so you must like him.

I can't say I understand this honestly. First off, in four years if I have "stolen him," why would I wait until now? Secondly, I wouldn't spend money on plane tickets. That is just way too expensive. And, I don't dance except to Yea Alabama. And finally, if we have grown up together, chances are I know him well enough to not ever want to be anything more than friends and think of him as a brother. That is how life is.

I guess the time has just come where I have to understand that these girls are insecure about the relationship and are afraid that someone might come in and steal them away. In fact, I might just make a leather costume and name myself "BS." (Boyfriend stealer, this is a clean blog folks). And the best part would be, I could be on Smallville with Tom Welling!

But my question is why ladies?

Why can you not see that having a female as his best friend is one of the best advantages? She has all the dirt, she doesn't have gross habits (mostly), she understands when you need to be together, and she can help him to understand you better (sometimes.)

Why can you not see that if he is going to be stolen, it doesn't have to be the best friend to do so? Most likely, if he is willing to be stolen, the feelings weren't that strong at the beginning and its better you find out now isn't it? If a guy is going to run, he is going to run, and there isn't squat you can really do about it.

Why can you not see that we have nothing to hide so we'll tell you whatever? Sometimes relationships end and you beccome really good friends instead. Your boyfriend is going to have a history. And, more than likely, you will to. But it is just that, history. Whatever is going on now is just friendship, (again, for the most part.)

...So, until things change and women realize that a guy having female friends is actually a good thing most of the time, I am auditoning for a new best friend. I might get a Lab. They are friendly, cuddly, and good listeners. They do slobber though... oh wait, so do human males.

Ah...well, it seems as if I'll never win.

And the scary thing is, I've been told eventually I will hopefully care enough about someone to get jealous of friends that my guy might have. Male or female...Oh happy days.

Wednesday night, my Dad and I decided to attend the "Tea Party" at Valleydale. Excited that I would get a chance to meet other people that realized what is wrong in this great nation I posted a facebook status. It was fairly simple and to the point. It just said, "Cameon bought her new Portuguese Water Dog with the Stimulus Package. Going to the rally."

OK, so I did take a stab at the new Portuguese Water Dog that was bought by the President, but I thought it was pretty clever. (Please contact me if you would like a bumper sticker)

At any rate, before even 5 minutes had passed there was a "facebook war" taking place on my facebook. Insults were being thrown back and forth, words were being exchanged, parents were telling their kids to hide in the closet, and Obama was sicking his precious Water Dog on the infidels.

Finally, my Godfather stepped in and said, "This is some kinda cat fight you have going on here. I am curious though as to what GW Bush did that was so wrong in the eyes of your generation. Don't get me wrong, I don't agree with everything he did, but on the whole, he did most of what we elected him to do. Hell I think Ronaldus Magnus was the greatest president this nation has ever seen, but I did not think he did everything right.What did Bush do or not do?"

This, is my response to that question.

It wasn't a cat fight first of all. That would require that the other side said things that were intelligent and that wasn't happening. At all. Which brings me to my next point.

I have a feeling that if you ask most of the people in my generation why they think George W. Bush was such a bad President, they would either spout off "I dunno," or all the crap that the media has filled their parent's brain with, which went directly to them.

So, the usual reasons for people in my generation to hate Bush?

1. Operation Iraqi Freedom

• "They kill babies while they are in Iraq." HELLO???!!! The media has convinced people in my generation that our troops go over their and shoot up everyone with no regard to anything but themselves. If only these people took the time to do some research they would find that the people in Iraq use kids as mortars. That's right. They strap bombs to their kids and send them out to play because they know that American soldiers won't shoot a child at first, giving them just enough time to set off the bomb and destroy an American life and their own child's. But it won't just be one American life, it will also be that soldier's potential family. His wife, kids, parents, grandparents, brothers, sisters...all of those American lives that will be changed forever. To these people, one life that can be replaced is worth destroying American lives.
• "We are destroying their country." The media has also convinced people in my generation that the American soldiers are destroying this fine country. I mean obviously, because it was so splendid before. But that's beside the point. What the media doesn't let on is that the terrorists in this country use their schools, mosques, and other buildings to place bombs in. They place bombs in playgrounds knowing that the American soldier will then have to make the choice of destroying a school or the bomb that will potentially kill more people. When they go in, they are obviously accused of running into a school full of Iraqi children...or a religious center even if the bomb was centered right under Ala.
• "We are losing American lives for nothing." If you believe that they are fighting for nothing, that is your problem. However, the guys fighting over there have to believe they are fighting for something or they would be dead pretty quickly. The minute you give up what you are fighting for, is the minute you lose a reason to keep fighting. And that is when all of a sudden you just stop.

2. World Trade Centers

• "He didn't respond fast enough." The media has it implanted in our generation that George W. Bush had all of this intelligence that would have stopped the World Trade Centers from being hit. People in my generation say that it's his fault for letting that happen. But, at the same time, when there are reports that Iraq has nuclear warheads they are planning to use on the U.S. we are supposed to not go over there and stop them. WHAT KIND OF SENSE DOES THAT MAKE??!!

3. He destroyed the economy

• "It's his fault that we are in this huge mess. He's a Republican." Once again, the media and no research on their part. Little do these people know that even before Bush came into office the Congress was Democratic and he could not get anything passed except what they believed would be "the right thing to do." Granted, the bail outs weren't such a great idea, but in other circumstances and with other action taken, they could have been.

Charlie,

To tell you the truth, the reason that people in my generation think former President George W. Bush was so horrible is because the media has told them so and because they haven't taken the time to research anything that might be different.

People in my generation are too concerned about Facebook, American Idol, and the latest fashions to be worried about death rates or anything else. They are too worried about those things and not worried enough about the principles that this country was founded on.

People in my generation don't have principles or morals for the most part. The idea is that everything goes and that you can do anything because parent's can't discipline their kids the way they used to in fear of being sent to DHR for abusing their kids. Everything is given, and nothing is earned.

People in my generation lack the ability and the passion that the people in say my grandfather's generation possessed. People in my generation haven't had to face hard times or difficulties because everything is just handed out.

People in my generation don't care.

Except for the very few.

For anyone that keeps up with my blog, you've probably noticed that Zero and I blog against each other quite a lot. We are both very opinionated people with very different views...which makes for interesting debates. Not to mention, we are both intelligent people...or so I thought, which makes for debates where the light bulb actually turns on every now and then. However, I think it's time that Zero get a dictionary because it seems he has taken a specific word and turned it into something that it is definitely not.

I encourage you to first read his blog here. OK, now that you've read that, let's begin.

Dear Zero,

Maybe somewhere along the line someone dropped you on your head or did something else to make you think that the word retarded has the connotation of being a bad thing. I would hope something like that happened because otherwise, you just look stupid by using it in the wrong way.

I'm also guessing you don't know anyone that is mentally challenged, retarded, slow, or any other synonym because if you did, you would also know that the word retarded does not mean what you think it means apparently.

By definition, retarded means: To cause to move or proceed slowly; delay or impede. Hum...that doesn't sound like the people you are referring to at all. Your welcome to think that those people making the decision are stupid, dumb, inconsiderate, and the list could go on. However, you are not welcome to call them retarded because they are not.

Retarded people have a mental illness that prohibits them from doing things that you and I take for granted everyday such as talking, walking, being in line with our emotions, growing up physically and mentally at the same rate, controlling our bodily functions, being able to form a sentence, being able to understand when someone is doing something they shouldn't be doing and many more.

Stupid people have the capability to make good decisions. The problem is that they just don't. Stupid people have the capability to do anything, but they are too lazy, don't care, or think they've made a right decision when they really haven't. They are more worried about American Idol than the real issues. They are more worried about their basketball bracket than the economy issues. They just don't care period.

You, Zero, have made a terrible error in your vocabulary. Anyone that has a relative or friend that is, in fact, retarded takes offense when you use that word in a derogatory way because it's not a bad thing. It just means they are different than regular people. And, even though they are different, they are some of the nicest, most loving people you will ever meet in your life. Different is OK contrary to popular belief.

And speaking of being different, what makes Texas stupid for wanting to eliminate evolution from the textbooks? Isn't it the same as banning teachers from talking about God or not having "One Nation Under God" in the Pledge Of Allegiance? You seem to be perfectly fine with people doing those things because it comforts your little belief system. But when someone attacks what you think is true, you get your drawers in a wad. There's something wrong with that isn't there?

In my opinions, neither one of them should be eliminated. Students should learn about both of them and then have the opportunity to choose which one they think really happened. That way, you are giving kids the opportunity to think for themselves. Which is something that is highly lacking in today's society.

Just because someone doesn't think they same way you do or believe in the same things you do, doesn't mean they are stupid. And it definitely doesn't mean they are retarded. Debate with that person. Make it known that you disagree. But what makes you right and them wrong? What makes you intelligent and them stupid? What gives you the right to say that someone else is completely wrong and must be retarded for thinking that?

I'll give you a hint...your answer should not be, "Because I Said So."

So, David posted this in a blog talking about his lack of belief in God but instead about his thoughts about what humans can achieve.

He got this from a lady named Jan who talked about how God had blessed the world with all of these amazing gifts.

I'm posting this because I think they have both overlooked something VERY important!

In 10 years or so, computers will be doing everything. In 10 years or so, computers will be telling us what to think, what to wear, what to eat, calculating our finances...But wait, aren't they already doing all those things?

Not to long ago, I sat in a fourth grade class and helped these students with their math problems. They were learning long division and I was trying to help them. When asked what 30-10 was he simply looked at me and said "Hold on and I'll put it in the calculator."

I was flabbergasted.

The calculator? It was 30-10. The answer was 20. You carry down the 0 and subtract 1 from 3 and BAM you have an answer. But this little boy plugged it into the calculator while I tried to place myself back on the chair that I had fallen off of.

But then I got to thinking...these kids and I were roughly 6 years apart in age at the time. 6years. Not that great of a distance...except for the simple fact that I could drive and they were learning long division. I never understood the distance until I realized that teachers weren't teaching long hand anymore. Why should they when it can all be plugged into a calculator?

The technology is amazing true. What is more amazing is the kids that are learning how to use it. I babysit and continue to be amazed at how these 5, 6, and 7 year olds know full well how to program their television to what they would like to watch. They are all about the video games and the DVD player...and I'm fainting in the floor as I watch all this take place.

But what good are we doing our kids by not teaching them long hand and by letting everything be technology. Especially when something happens to all that technology. One day, your finances will be completely controlled by a computer. There will be no paper records.

What happens when those computers break?

What happens when everything collapses?

What happens when one huge virus (generated by those same kids that are geniuses at the DVD players no doubt) wipes everything out?

I'll tell you. Everything is gone. And everyone will run amok. Everything and everyone will run around in a frantic panic questioning what to do and trying to find some technological device that can calculate the price of a cheeseburger and a fry and add tax. OH THE HORROR!

While Jan and David are talking about God or the non existence of God I would rather focus on technology and what will happen when it all comes crashing down around us...

Rainy days are the best. You can just sit and read a book, take a nap, lounge around. You never want to do anything on rainy days. I know I don't at least. I always just want to curl up on the couch with a book and some hot chocolate or coffee and relax. It's one of the few times I take to relax.

Rainy days...my savior.

Speaking of reading, I am reading a book called Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand and it is truly amazing. Anyone else reading a good book?

At the age of 18 we are allowed to vote, attend college, enlist in the military, and ultimately are referred to as "adults." That is the way its been for years. The age of what an adult is has grown over the years and it apparently is now. Apparently now, we aren't adults until we are 21 or older.

If your questioning what has made me write this I'll tell you real quick. And it surprisingly has nothing to do with the speech Obama gave the night before...or mostly anyway. No, this has to do with a little thing I like to called Facebook, a joke gone bad, and people digging into other people's business.

Sounds like the story of "Mount" Cody from Alabama Football huh?

A buddy of mine was joking when he posted a comment that said me and my ex hanging out was awkward. I put "yeah..." because it had been with the information I'd been given previously by his mom while he was gone. (The ex has been away in the Army for a while now.) Edward's intent was to put "He looks like a pedophile haha," but he couldn't remember how to spell it so he put rapist. It was a joke. Sarcasm. It was Edward being Edward. Now granted, it wasn't appropriate in some ways and not really funny, but everyone says things they mean as jokes that aren't taken as such. Still, I tried removing the comment before i left to go to a celebration dinner with my family.

This apparently did not work because I received a message from the exes mother not long after saying "I want that comment removed immediately. I would hope I have not misjudged your character in thinking that you are a good person." As I said before, I had planned to remove it, but the fact that someone, besides my parents, was telling me to remove something on MY Facebook ticked me off. I got online and told her as much, but also mentioned that I was at dinner and would have to do it when I got home.

And this is when the cat starts swings from the fan.

While at dinner, I am constantly receiving notifications about comments that she has left. They range from comments about my character to his character to her calling a 17 year old names. She then proceeds to email me after I have obviously not responded to her comments. Apparently because I could not be in two places at once I'm a bad person. Then, she forwards me a message attacking Edward and mentioning the "christian way" (this will come into play later). But apparently one to me wasn't enough because she would go onto send two more. One of those contains the line, "What if he goes and gets his foll self killed? Will you say, 'Well that's OK because he looked like a rapist?' " At this point, I am raging with anger at the fact that one, this woman has the audacity to refer to my character during this while she is throwing names and sinking to the level of a 17 year old, and two, at the fact that I have not been able to celebrate this special occasion with my family for such a stupid reason. Mainly for the reason that someone didn't like her son. Mainly because he used his 1st Amendment right and voiced his opinion and she didn't like the opinion.

I removed the comment, but as I've thought about it more I can't believe I did. I got to thinking about a few things.

"He looks like a rapist." Well, yeah, he does. Because don't people that rape innocent people look like normal people? Aren't they teachers, dads, moms, preachers, doctors or whatever else? Aren't they normal people with normal looks? They have brown hair, blond hair, blue eyes, green eyes, all the things that make people people...just like you and me. We all look like rapists. You, me, the guy next door all look like the rapist that might be down the street. We all share common characteristics with the people that are so evil. That's life. That's how it is.

"Christian values." Now it's funny, and terribly ironic, because during this visit this particular son and mother referred to his former ex as a cow. Yep. The farm animal that is very large and produces milk. And, I might be wrong, but I don't think they are talking about the similarity to produce milk when they compared them. Not to mention the judging of this young man that made a bad joke one time. Call me crazy, but I thought the Bible said God was the only one who couldn't judge. And then there are the lies. That's right...lies. The deceit, story telling, imaginative "facts" that were told to me about her son and his feelings for me, and vice verse, because she doesn't like the girl he's with now. I know lying and deceiving are in the Bible...somewhere. In her letter to me Edward she says "The christian way which I'm sure you know nothing about," as if you aren't a Christian, you are automatically a bad person. Really? I know tons of people that don't go to church, pray, or anything else that are amazing people. In fact, they seem to be more real and WAY less hypocritical than those "church goes" I know. (And Edward is a Christian by the way).

I understand being his mom and wanting to protect him. But here's the thing...he's almost 21 years old! He has to be able to stand up for himself, fight his own battles, and make his own decisions at some point. She mentioned if my mom wouldn't be mad if someone said I looked like a hooker. And yes, she would be at first, but then she would probably laugh, and then let me take care of it. But not before telling me I was a beautiful, classy girl of course, and what they think doesn't matter. Much like last night when you, Mrs. Smith*, were insulting me and destroying the family celebration, my mother was very ticked off, but she said she would let me handle it. Mainly because she knows she has to let me fight my own battles or I'll never learn how to stand up for myself. She also knows that calling the other person's parents or grandparents isn't ideal. Especially when you lie again about it.

There is a fine line between being overprotecting and caring. Not everyone is going to like you. Not everyone is going to like your son. We all have to learn and be let go at some point. Maybe it's time you let your 20 (almost 21) year old fight his battles and make his own decisions and mistakes. Advice is always welcome, taking over isn't. And because you took over, and because you had a lack of faith and trust in me, you cost your son a relationship/friendship he seemed to value quite a lot. A relationship that you seemed to value for him. Not to mention, nights that neither one of us can get back. And it all could have been avoided with faith, trust, and realizing that I am not superwoman.

I encourage comments. I encourage feedback. However, this is the last thing that will be mentioned about this. I hate drama...and this isn't even good for anything except fueling a 42 year old mom's addiction for life.

Oh, and if your son dies, it would be because he was a hero...not a fool. I would hope you would know I wouldn't say that. But your son also treated me as a trophy...and still does at times. Don't judge me...because I can throw things right back. I'm done being nice and standing behind things that are wrong. I am now asserting my 1st Amendment right (which you are not fighting for Adam, because it isn't in jeopardy at the moment anyway) and saying what I think.

*Name changed

This was just a little something I made up for my grandfather for his 75th Birthday as a reminder of how much we love him no matter how old or young we are and no matter how old or young he is. :)

Many have questioned why people can just believe that God is going to be there for us no matter what is going on. Many people question how someone could believe that someone was taken from us for a reason. There are a million questions that never seem to have an answer. Or maybe we know the answer and we just don’t want to admit it.

As I learned about someone very dear to me passing away, I quickly turned to everything that has happened in the past. I turned to the fact that he was in pain, and that he was in a better place. I turned to the fact that I thought the same thing about friends of mine that were killed in a car crash. I turned to the fact that, while I may not know what’s going on, I gain comfort in knowing that something somewhere is better.

Maybe God is just a crutch humans believe in because we know believing in anything else will tear us apart. Because not believing that there is a God and that there is a Heaven would make us into something that we can’t tolerate. Maybe we, as humans, have to have something to lean on, because we are just that weak.

We never know what’s going to happen in the future. But for the people that we love, we love to believe that the person we love most is somewhere safe and happy. We love to believe that they aren’t in pain anymore and that wherever they are, they are having a nice beer or their beverage of choice and just relaxing.

We don’t want to believe that their life is over. Especially those that were so young. We want to believe that even though they couldn’t grow up on Earth with us, they are somewhere learning everything there is to learn about life and more. We want to believe that the loved ones we knew that lived a long life are watching us now and supporting us in all that we do and helping us decide what we shouldn’t do.

Maybe because humans are weak. Maybe because humans need something to believe in. Maybe its because we aren’t good with handling the truth. Everyone shield people from things. We try and protect the ones we love in any means necessary. And the fact that there is a story book to provide us with characters that we can believe in just makes it easy. Much like the belief that we can all find love and end up like Cinderella and Snow White.

So, for those that question why people believe in God, there’s my answer. At least for me, it’s too hard to face the fact of what actually what might be real. The fact that this might be my only life and that I have one chance to do everything that I want to in this short time, is too much to bear. I’m too weak to do so, and for once, I’m not afraid to admit that. Believing that I had people that I loved taken from me for no reason, and of no use to them, is too much to bear.

So I’m human.

Is there anyone else that’s human?

If you haven’t been living under a rock for the last few years, I’m sure you’ve heard about MySpace. Everyone has one it seems like. Heck, my grandmother has a MySpace. Anyway, there are several sections as you know. There’s a section where you can describe yourself in however many words you need to do so. There is also a section for your favorite books, heroes, favorite movies, favorite television shows, and your “general” section. Then, there’s the ever amazing “I’d Like To Meet Section.”

This section befuddles me and is really starting to tick me off.
Realistically, how many people read the crap you post on your page? Now I write a lot because that’s the kind of person I am. But really, who reads it? In the superficial world we live in today, most of us go straight to the pictures don’t we?

I can’t begin to tell you how many times I’ve gotten messages on MySpace that say, “Your pretty/hott/cute. Let’s talk.” (And that kinda bothers me anyway. A guy says “You have a beautiful smile,” and it might be a different story) Then, you ask them your name or even something that could have been gathered from one of the first few sentences in either section, and you don’t get a response. Now maybe I’m reading too much into that…but I don‘t think I am.

So, for the simple fact that no one reads anything you write most of the time I think I am going to leave it blank. Especially the “I’d Like To Meet Section,” which is what this is really about anyway.

How many people actually know what they want and can actually put it into words? How many people can pin point everything they want and don’t want in a person? There is a difference between need and want and in relationships, when you meet that “special someone” you might make compromises. Granted, I can see where you would put something like “I do not wish to see a murderer/kid raper” but other than that…it’s kind of up in the air. You never know, you could meet someone that isn’t anything like what you would normally consider dating and completely fall for them. Believe me, I’ve done it before.

Plus, there is that distinct factor between what you would “Like To Meet” and what you “Need To Meet.” And it’s important that you know the difference between the two. Not to mention the fact, how many people are really honest on those sections on MySpace.

If I were being honest mine would say, “I’m not big on committed relationships because most of the time, they end badly and people only get hurt. I like to go for the chase, and so far, when the chase has been over, I’ve gotten bored. I’m a flirt without meaning to be at times, and at times I know I am being one and am doing it just to tick you off and confuse your pretty little head. I am very independent and don’t need a man for anything except a sperm donation when I get ready to have kids and since I’m not ready to do that, a guy would mainly be for entertainment at this point in my life. I love sports, have an IQ even higher than Alabama’s National Championship count, and (gasp) am an opinionated person. I won’t let you run over me, and furthermore, I want a guy to have some balls and tell me what he wants and what he likes. I’m terribly sarcastic but mean what I say most of the time if it’s a serious matter and I will question your beliefs just to see if you really believe what you are saying or if you are just going with the labels.
These are the things I like now. But then again, that might change tomorrow along with my favorite player on Alabama’s Football Team.”

Now see…if I put that on my MySpace the response would be…actually it would probably be nothing. I would like to think it would end the world and make people gasp in astonishment all over the world, but realistically, no one else will probably even read this posting besides me and maybe David so the likelihood of that happening ain’t a whole heck of a lot.

But instead of having that on my MySpace I have this lovely little sentiment: “I used to have this long list of qualities I wanted in that special someone. The things I thought the person needed to be to have a real relationship. I read over it and thought, "Yeah, I want all those things, but there's more. Something I can't explain." The things I mentioned before didn't really matter as much. How old they are or whatever else seemed kinda pointless. It's very simple, and a good friend of mine said it best. "I want someone who wants me." I might very well be a hopeless romantic. I want that love that people envy. I want that love where the person runs at you to see you, even if they saw you five minutes ago. I want that love where I'm not the only one giving everything. I want that love where I know, no matter the age or past, it's where I need to be. I want that love where the other person genuinely cares about me and will allow me to care about them. I want someone that wants me. I'm not hard to understand but I catch guys off guard in relationships sometimes I guess. I'm not that girl that will cling to your every move. I am very independent. I have my own agenda and my own things to do. I'll gladly spend time with you, but I won't plan my day around you. I'm not the jealous type. If all of your friends are girls...that doesn't bother me. If you are still best friends with your ex...so be it. If you tell me you two are just friends I'll believe you because I trust the people I'm with. I won't call you every night or expect you to call me every night. I won't get mad if you get busy and forget to call me back. I'm not that girl. I'm not that girl that is going to look into the future and worry herself over what the relationship is doing. In my opinion, if it works out, it works out. If it doesn't, it doesn't. There are other fish in the sea. However, don't take me being me as not liking you because that might not be true. If I wasn't interested, I would tell you. Believe me. You have to talk to me and let me know what's wrong. I can't read minds, nor do I expect you to be able to. I'm not going to beg you to open up to me. Like I said, if it happens it does, and if it doesn't, it doesn't. Simple as that.”

Cute and fluffy right? Like a little puppy…except I’m not cute and fluffy…and I’m definitely not like a puppy. So see my point?

We all write things that we think will make people go “oooohhh and ahhhh” at but sometimes, the things we really think are actually the things that might make people gasp.

Thanks for reading David and anyone else and I encourage any and all opinions.