5.27.15
Hundreds of years ago, we had kings and queens that ruled their nations' with ever growing, uncontrollable power; this often led to an abuse of power by authority which led to unhappy people that started to become uneasy. So today, instead of kings and queens, we have presidents, mayors, senators, etc... and a police force.
I'm so baffled by what is put in the news, how police officers are killing citizens that have done very little wrong. How an individual may be walking down a sidewalk, is spotted by a police officer, and runs in fear of being falsely accused of a crime. This raises the essential question, that everyone thinks about...shouldn't we be trusting our officers? the ones that have the power to throw us in jail or claim we're innocent and guilty.
I have such a fear of authority mainly because I have never been given a reason to trust the ones that hold power of me, I have never been treated fairly or as equal to a police officer which causes me so much frustration. I want to have trust in them, but they give me no reason too. So I decide to ignore them and try and not get caught by them.
When driving down the busy roads of New Paltz, I spot an officers car trying to makes its way into the overwhelming traffic that fills the towns streets. However, when that car is denied entry, I see its sirens start beeping and all the cars pull over and allow the police officer entry onto the road. That is an abuse of power. But who's going to stop them? No one is there to control the ones that hold all this power, and that's what the problem is. An abuse of power is sparked from ego. Police officers have such big egos that their power and authority over all citizens is over used and often, over abused. Please inform me, in a factual sense, why officers should be able to carry guns everyday and everywhere while there are restrictions on citizens even owning a gun, this brings about a whole new issue. I hate guns. Gun laws are weird and don't make much sense to me. How can one state make laws about not owning a gun, but other can..it definitely needs to be a universal law.
I mean I really don't blame officers for letting the power that they have go to their head, it would go to my head to but I mean, its definitely time to address the issue as its pretty pertinent to everyone no matter what society you are apart of.
It just makes me so angry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want to be president just so I can fix this f***ed up system which runs our world. Like the first law I would implement is that police officers carry rubber bullets, which initially do the same amount of damage, but in the end won't take the life of an innocent human....I feel like people would like that and would elect me based pretty much on that premise.
I have so much more to say about this but its kind of hard to have this conversation with myself, so if your interested, come up to me and ask me about it. Ill have some important shit to say.
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Monday, May 18, 2015
Happy Place
5.27.15
I have two sisters; one that's only 3 years older then myself, and one that's 6.
or about 2 hours yesterday, Sophie, myself and my other sister, Avery sat in my room, watch a show called "Archer" and died my sisters hair. This is my happy place. Nothing can beat laughing, talking and joking around with my two favorite people in the comfort of my room. The smell of my sister smoking a cigarette overwhelms me with a remembrance of when she lived full time in New Paltz; although an unhealthy habit, I love the memories the smell grants me, not that I've ever smoked a cigarette or know the taste. I know its not a specific place, but being in my sisters presence allows me unconditional happiness. Maybe because we're so similar in the things we do, the way we act, or our sense of humor, but I can't relate to anyone better then her.
Sophia, my eldest sister, recently moved to North Carolina and it put me into a sort of shock. Its kinda like when people say "you don't know what you got til its gone,", I didn't really appreciate or understand how important Sophia's influence was in my life. When I visited her at her new house, we found a place where we were both emotionally and physically content, and made it our happy place. So we started going there everyday and just talking, even if we didn't have much too say. We had our coffees and some food and that's all we really needed or wanted, as long as we had each other by our sides. She'll tell me about the new job she acquired, teaching young kids how to play the viola, I find myself feeling incredibly happy and proud of her, as I always am when talking with Sophie. Its nice to be unbiased to someone's happiness, because there is no jealousy or resentment involved, just bliss. That's how I know I really, really love someone. I can just listen to them, without any beneficial factor to myself.
As we speak, my sisters is home in New Paltz, sleeping. So I guess my happy place is always changing as it doesn't much have to do with where I am but who I am with.
When I was younger, I would steal her stuff like everyday, it got a little excessive; she despised me... to say the least. It made me feel like a shitty person but what can I say, I was trying to be more like her.
My happiness, a lot of the time is dependent on the people I'm spending my time with, so when I think about the place im happiest, it always comes back to my family, especially Sophie. I know its kinda unhealthy to depend on someone else for your happiness, which I don't do completely, however without even knowing it, Sophie makes me 1000x happier when she grants me her presence.
Its kinda funny because when she goes back to the Carolinas, to join her boyfriend, we don't call each other and we barely text. But we're always there...in some sort of spiritual and weird sense. We got a good thing going on.
She left New Paltz again, and is now in North Carolina. Even so, the friendship we share never falters or changes with the distance, Ill always have her and will always be proud of her, no matter what path she follows.
I have two sisters; one that's only 3 years older then myself, and one that's 6.
or about 2 hours yesterday, Sophie, myself and my other sister, Avery sat in my room, watch a show called "Archer" and died my sisters hair. This is my happy place. Nothing can beat laughing, talking and joking around with my two favorite people in the comfort of my room. The smell of my sister smoking a cigarette overwhelms me with a remembrance of when she lived full time in New Paltz; although an unhealthy habit, I love the memories the smell grants me, not that I've ever smoked a cigarette or know the taste. I know its not a specific place, but being in my sisters presence allows me unconditional happiness. Maybe because we're so similar in the things we do, the way we act, or our sense of humor, but I can't relate to anyone better then her.
Sophia, my eldest sister, recently moved to North Carolina and it put me into a sort of shock. Its kinda like when people say "you don't know what you got til its gone,", I didn't really appreciate or understand how important Sophia's influence was in my life. When I visited her at her new house, we found a place where we were both emotionally and physically content, and made it our happy place. So we started going there everyday and just talking, even if we didn't have much too say. We had our coffees and some food and that's all we really needed or wanted, as long as we had each other by our sides. She'll tell me about the new job she acquired, teaching young kids how to play the viola, I find myself feeling incredibly happy and proud of her, as I always am when talking with Sophie. Its nice to be unbiased to someone's happiness, because there is no jealousy or resentment involved, just bliss. That's how I know I really, really love someone. I can just listen to them, without any beneficial factor to myself.
As we speak, my sisters is home in New Paltz, sleeping. So I guess my happy place is always changing as it doesn't much have to do with where I am but who I am with.
When I was younger, I would steal her stuff like everyday, it got a little excessive; she despised me... to say the least. It made me feel like a shitty person but what can I say, I was trying to be more like her.
My happiness, a lot of the time is dependent on the people I'm spending my time with, so when I think about the place im happiest, it always comes back to my family, especially Sophie. I know its kinda unhealthy to depend on someone else for your happiness, which I don't do completely, however without even knowing it, Sophie makes me 1000x happier when she grants me her presence.
Its kinda funny because when she goes back to the Carolinas, to join her boyfriend, we don't call each other and we barely text. But we're always there...in some sort of spiritual and weird sense. We got a good thing going on.
She left New Paltz again, and is now in North Carolina. Even so, the friendship we share never falters or changes with the distance, Ill always have her and will always be proud of her, no matter what path she follows.
Thursday, May 14, 2015
One Memory
May 14 2014-8:30am
A little memory
My father has always been a "do it yourself" kind of guy; so he decided to build his family a house. About a year into it, with the help of about 100 friends, myself, my two sisters, and my mom, we were making incredible progress.
I always looked up to my father more then I did with my mother, at least at this point in my life. I wanted to figure things out for myself and be independent from the advice of others, although I still listened.
One day, my cousins, my two sisters and I were playing around with big logs that were meant to be put in the roof my new house. The logs were bigger then me...at least twice my size. But my sisters and cousins, all of whom are at least 3 years older then myself were picking them up...so why wouldn't I be able too?
Well the log fell on me and I nearly broke my leg in two. I cried and cried, screamed, and cried some more. I think it affected me knowing my strength was not equal to that of my sisters, or any of my cousins. I still tried to push myself, even after I initially hurt myself, why I did that I don't know but I do know and understand that im someone who has trouble excepting failure...I just wanna keep going. I hate that an object or a person actually has the power to restrain you from moving forward in life. It drives me absolutely insane and makes my stomach uneasy. But I guess I got no control over it, so maybe I should just let it go.
This experience kind of shot me into a weird, and uncomfortable epiphany that made me a little uneasy, or maybe it was just a long awaited realization. Either way, I learned something valuable about myself, even if I didn't wanna learn it, because when I dropped that log on my leg, after my father told me "I just wouldn't be able to do it...like the other kids" I realized it was okay to not be able to do what others can. I know, its a small and boring memory, and it kind of seems cliché that I'm relating it to this big life realization, but that's how things seem to go for me. I go through life thinking one thing, and then bam!! one day, my minds shifts and my beliefs, not only about others, but about myself are changed. I learned that I am okay with being myself, and not others...that sounds strange but I believe that a lot of people are uncomfortable with who they really are, and it makes me very happy that this seemingly insignificant memory changed the way I thought about others and most importantly, who I was and who I wanted to become.
A little memory
My father has always been a "do it yourself" kind of guy; so he decided to build his family a house. About a year into it, with the help of about 100 friends, myself, my two sisters, and my mom, we were making incredible progress.
I always looked up to my father more then I did with my mother, at least at this point in my life. I wanted to figure things out for myself and be independent from the advice of others, although I still listened.
One day, my cousins, my two sisters and I were playing around with big logs that were meant to be put in the roof my new house. The logs were bigger then me...at least twice my size. But my sisters and cousins, all of whom are at least 3 years older then myself were picking them up...so why wouldn't I be able too?
Well the log fell on me and I nearly broke my leg in two. I cried and cried, screamed, and cried some more. I think it affected me knowing my strength was not equal to that of my sisters, or any of my cousins. I still tried to push myself, even after I initially hurt myself, why I did that I don't know but I do know and understand that im someone who has trouble excepting failure...I just wanna keep going. I hate that an object or a person actually has the power to restrain you from moving forward in life. It drives me absolutely insane and makes my stomach uneasy. But I guess I got no control over it, so maybe I should just let it go.
This experience kind of shot me into a weird, and uncomfortable epiphany that made me a little uneasy, or maybe it was just a long awaited realization. Either way, I learned something valuable about myself, even if I didn't wanna learn it, because when I dropped that log on my leg, after my father told me "I just wouldn't be able to do it...like the other kids" I realized it was okay to not be able to do what others can. I know, its a small and boring memory, and it kind of seems cliché that I'm relating it to this big life realization, but that's how things seem to go for me. I go through life thinking one thing, and then bam!! one day, my minds shifts and my beliefs, not only about others, but about myself are changed. I learned that I am okay with being myself, and not others...that sounds strange but I believe that a lot of people are uncomfortable with who they really are, and it makes me very happy that this seemingly insignificant memory changed the way I thought about others and most importantly, who I was and who I wanted to become.
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