Beat on the brat

Oh my god! Someone come quick, that one kid is kicking the crap out of the other kid and trying to bury him in a pile of leaves! And this lady is drawing pictures of it and printing it on "fall" themed note cards! http://juliescraftyspot.blogspot.com/2010/11/digi-doodle-shops-best-challenge... Oh the humanity!

Beat on the brat

Oh my god! Someone come quick, that one kid is kicking the crap out of the other kid and trying to bury him in a pile of leaves! And this lady is drawing pictures of it and printing it on "fall" themed nite cards! http://juliescraftyspot.blogspot.com/2010/11/digi-doodle-shops-best-challenge... Oh the humanity!

Wake me when something happens

Look, I get it. Almost every blog is lame. Blogs are the place we put things that are too boring or lame to be Facebook status updates. But damn. This is egregious. http://ralmagehansen.blogspot.com/2010/10/dishes.html I have never once in my entire life cared about how other people handle their dishes. Unless that dish is being thrown at me. Which happens more often than you think.

Smells Like Teen Bullsh*t

I mean, it's like, you know, things and stuff and, like feelings. Right? Seriously, the title of the blog is the only thing I understood. http://abhas1.blogspot.com/?expref=next-blog . Though it did remind me to send a note to my teenage self (and most other teens): You are a douchbag.

Notable Quotable

I haven't read this blog in a long time and I don't think about it at all but then, I came across this http://beefandchocolate.blogspot.com/2010/11/doritos.html . I cannot stop quoting it. The rest of the entries are freaking genius. But only when read aloud as though English is your third language and you learned it in Wisconson. Go ahead. Try it.

Blech Indeed

So this happen - http://paulandmerideth.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-world-of-college-ministry.html . The game is questionable at best and do NOT get me started on the later Big Lots reference (pure genius/ awful/ waste of money/ WTF), but this wins the honor of repost solely for the use of the word "blech".

You are perfect.

The recent suicides of several (goddamn, SEVERAL) LGBT teens is terrifying. It is terrifying because each one was set in motion by bullies. People who convinced these children that life wasn't good enough, that THEY weren't good enough.

I am devastated for so many reasons. How have we raised people that are so inhuman that they think torturing others is funny? Why do we allow people to believe that words are not weapons? Does anyone realize what an utter failure we are as a race that we haven't given our friends and family enough comfort to know that there is another way out?

Call me a hypocrite. I complain. I'm mean. A lot. I write jokes. I know what I am writing. I know the power it has. Do not ever believe that I do not weigh the impact of my words and actions continually. I do.

I have lost far too many people to suicide. A ridiculous amount. I believe firmly that for an adult to take their own life is the most selfish thing anyone can do, they have failed us. When a child ends their own life, we have failed them.

It does little good to write some trifle of a blog entry. But it is all I have.

Please, to anyone reading this who is hurting, I have been there and I know the despair. I have been bullied to the brink. All through grade school, cruel and mindless children tortured me to the very edge. I was bullied mercilessly and continually. I pulled through. I became an amazing person, because of, or in spite of it. After many years of ridicule and desperation, I found peace in my self. I have learned much and I do not pretend to know it all, but I know a few things.

1. Who you are right now is PERFECT.
You are exactly as you are meant to be. Who you are is MORE than enough.
Anyone who tells you differently is a liar.

2. These are NOT the 'best days of your life'.
Especially if you are still in elementary school, high school or college: this is not it. It gets better.
Anyone who tells you differently is a liar.

3. LIFE is AMAZING.
For all it's hurt and trials and stains and cracks, this world is full of more joy and wonder than you can ever know. It is full of rain and grass, husbands and peonies and pugs, ice cream and velvet and pedicures and bacon and whispers and fresca. Any one of those things is worth getting out of bed for.
Anyone who tells you differently is a murderer.

If you don't believe me, call someone. Call a friend, a family member, a doctor, a stranger. Call someone you trust and ask them why they got up this morning. You may be shocked, but the answer is probably you.