Commenting on flair is just my thing now...since I can't do it on facebook, I have to do it here.
The creator of this flair just didn't get it. It goes, "If you don't stand behind our troops, feel free to stand in front of them." It's a play on words and double meanings, commonly called a "pun" or "joke."
Just to break from the rather gloomy and cynical mood of my blog, I thought I'd share this little revelation I just had.
I have a pretty good life. It's not perfect and I can think of a few big things I'd change, but overall, I'm doing well. I'm in college at a neat place, I have lots of friends, both old and new, and my family pretty much rocks. So, yeah, not perfect, but on a scale of 1 to 10, I'd give myself a 7 right now.
I posted this on facebook the night after the election...
There are so many people who deserve thanks for pouring their hearts and souls into Barack Obama's presidential campaign, and I hope all of them are having a really good day.
But most of all, thank YOU, American voters, for not fucking this one up.
Special thanks to CaptainOT at A Christmas Yuleblog...I really liked your comment on my last post, Captain.
I was just thinking about this while I was walking back to my dorm after picking up some food from Read...
For almost two years, I've sort of thought that my mom's death hadn't changed me at all. I still felt like I was more or less the same, except for the obvious lack of a mother. And once the initial shock and grief wore off, I thought I was pretty much back to normal. In fact, I still think I'm mostly normal, but I finally realized that I'm not exactly the same as I used to be.
Before she died, I always felt that I could talk to anyone about anything that was bothering me, or was important to me, or whatever. I did, too. Usually, I said just about anything that was on my mind, barring the indecently rude or eccentric thoughts that I like to believe everyone has occasionally. Now, I censor myself almost constantly. Because, as I already said in a previous post, my situation makes other people uncomfortable, and I'm pretty aware of that. But I don't just censor myself about my mother. I don't like to talk much because I assume that other people will think I'm boring, or inconsequential, or whiny, or just plain old stupid. Maybe I always thought like this and since I got to college the problem is more pronounced, so I'm blaming it on my mom. Maybe this does have to do with her death - after all, it's not unheard of for the death of a loved one to have lasting effects on a person. Maybe I'm just a little shy and blowing it out of proportion and I need to stop psychoanalyzing myself. Maybe I was rude and far too forthcoming before all this and I'm now acting normal. Maybe I need to find a new way to start my sentences.
In any case, I only have a few people to whom I can talk freely - mostly my family and a couple of friends. Even the title of this post is defensive because I feel like I need to preface this with some kind of disclaimer that I'm about to say something emotional. And I can't bring myself to delete it because I can't get over the feeling that to not inform who ever reads this of what they're getting into is rude of me.
For everyone I've met in the last two years, I wasn't like this before...at least, not that I can remember.
Found this and the segment about what people say after a death is so true that I had to post it. I think I had similar thoughts when people said the ever so stupid, "If there's anything I can do..."
I love you, George Carlin.
