Being that I am a vegan a holiday involving the mass slaughter of turkeys is not among my favorite days of the year. And one incident this morning didn't happen to improve my mood. I was walking our 13 year old family dog who is often constipated. I walk slowly with her instead of dragging her along and didn't notice she happened to squat in front of one house.
Some girl with halloween decorations still up pops her head out the door in an oh-my-gawd voice asks me if my dog just popped on her lawn. I reply that I doubt it since my dog is 13 and constipated. I look around and tell her I don't see it. But she says she'll get me a bag. She hands it to me and I apologize because for some reason I want to be nice to people. Then I pick up some speck of brown the size of an m&m and put it in the bag and walk off.
As I walk I get more and more irratated with her. Who is this girl with a lawn full of crab grass and a layer of snow on it to be picky about her lawn. And does she know what compost is? It is shit. Without birds and squirrels shitting on her lawn it would be nothing. I hate lawns. They are showcases of our superficiality and selfishness.
To put it in a plastic bag to be sent to a dump is the most moronic invention. It's incredibly wasteful and it's people like her that are ruining the planet. Lawns waste water. The pollution created from mowing them is causing global warming. And the landfills filled with diapers and plastic baggies full of poop are releasing chemicals in the air that are destroying our health and our planet.
When I get my own house I will absolutely not have a house. I will not have a lawn mower. I will not use one-time use baby diapers and I will not create waste. That moronic girl has inspired me to go militant on the environmental beliefs I have. I'm going to make it my goal to produce no waste. And within the next two years, produce no pollution by transportation, mowing my lawn, or using electricity.
I'm a vegan, a compassionate and loving person. But when I encounter the destructiveness, the ignorance, and the selfishness of other people I sometimes wish that global warming would increase and burn out populations of over-consuming, careless Americans. Americans like to blame China but it is each individual in our capitalist nation that is killing the planet.
It's the result of each person who drives alone in a car, each person that does unnecessary things like mow thier lawns, or people who buy and buy things they don't need searching for happiness and ruining the planet from the pollution from the industry that created them and the waste that results when they throw it out the next month unused.
I'm so irrated with her I can't even start to think about how disgusting the mass slaughter of turkeys is or a holiday that involves women working in the kitchen and men on the couch watching football. I need to get my mind off of this. But before I do, I'm going to leave that girl a bag of compost, explaining what it is and why that makes her a moron.
I am talking an 8 mile walk today, on the bike trail in the park near my house. I need to clear my head and hopefully no one will be out there because it is cold and the trails are not taken care of. I planning on blogging more. My dreams have been more vivid lately and with no one to talk to about anything that matters, I feel that I should get it out some way. I'm reading an amazing book called "the memory artist" by jeffrey moore. It is brilliant, with some of the most amazing decriptive imagery, anecdotal facts, and very witty and clever characters and plotlines. I think I'll take that and a book on nutrition and sylvia plath poetry book with me. Probably my sketch journal too. I should have many disturbing and sad thoughts. And if it is a good walk maybe I will find some enlightenment as to why my life is the way it is. O and I will take a camera to share pictures of the beautiful woods. It should be quite the walk...
"Oh let’s bomb the factory
That makes all the wannabes
Let’s burst all the bubbles
That brainwash the masses
As far as I can tell
It doesn't matter who you are
If you can believe there's something worth fighting for
The color of an eye
The glory of a sudden view
The baby in your arms
The smile he always shoots at you
Believing in nothing
Makes life so boring
So let’s pray for something
To feel good in the morning"
|Your Birth Month is September|
Tolerant and inspirational, you are wise beyond your years.
You are universally sympathetic and a great humanitarian.
Your soul reflects: Devotion, light, and love
Your gemstone: Sapphire
Your flower: Morning Glory
Your colors: Brown and deep blue
|The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic|
Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few.
But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky.
Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski
|Your Heart Is Pink|
In relationships, you like to play innocent - even though you aren't.
Each time you fall in love, it's like falling for the first time.
Your flirting style: Coy
Your lucky first date: Picnic in the park
Your dream lover: Is both caring and dominant
What you bring to relationships: Romance
I'm back at LJ! They've improved so much! I love the scrapbook and the MYLJ page. The other blogging site had those features. I should stop following my friends too other sites! Everyone keeps changing blogs! I wonder why we just keep picking up and moving on? Maybe it's like a hair cut or cleaning out your junk, some sort of psychological cleansing so you can start a new, be a different person. So I guess I'm going back to me roots!lol, now I can be a wierdo again. I was seriously wierd on this site. Don't think anyone missed me. I will be the wierd blogger next door that you've never meet but always wonder about...
I'm sort of back for now...
I stay active in the communities but I gave up posting here after I got paranoid that people from work or that I knew from school would be reading it. My sister had her online journal printed out by her "friend's" mother and turned into school.
People think that becuase you post something online, everyone has the right to read it. But just because you leave your journal on a table, opened or closed, it doesn't mean everyone has the right to read it. At least people should ask for permission.
I don't know it I gave this explanation before, but well that's why. I just think that there are few places and even fewer people that you can actually express yourself too. So it was completely offensive for someone we knew to invade my sisters privacy and betray her trust. My friends all understand that I may rant and rave on her as an outlet but I'm such a calm and passive and resonable person I'll act responsibly. And I might make mistakes or go to far(rarely) but they forgive me for it. So I can trust them too read this.
Other people are too judgmental. They see you make a mistake and it's a character flaw too them when in fact for you it's out of character. I'm sick of the shoulds and should nots. I'm tired of politics and policies that take away a right to make choices for ourselves.
I'm use to people thinking wierd by now. They see me as ackward becuase I don't understand the conventions of their speech. I'd rather just speak my mind even if no one understood what I was saying. I use to do that on this journal and on other's but some people seem to follow you. You'll never meet their standards and they'll take you down for it. But they don't get that everyone else has standards. But decent people apply them only to thier own conduct and they are flexible to change when they are wrong.
If you went to a Catholic school too, you might understand some of this. Of you grew up in a all white suburban township you knew some of these people. Overall it's a good place to live. There's not a lot of crime, just dishonesty. For example, my brother's car got totaled in our driveway, we had our st. francis statue stolen, and our cars and house egged and no one knows a thing, not even the 5 cops living on our street. I see alot of people in our community ever day, and there is a lot of good people in this area. Most are hardworking, honest, people who go home to thier families every night.
But still growing up I felt as if I never fit the mold and I was never encouraged to do the things I liked. I should have played sports and and got average grades. You couldn't be too smart. F's were ok but if you got A's you were the smart kid. Like the only one and you were suppose to slow down for everyone else. I guess it's like that most places. But our school was more oriented to the jock curve and jock attendance. No homework and easy grading for athletics. And the teachers were easily distracted from class, and set expectations low. Ok I shoudl stop whinning.
Anyway I think I'm going to have to express myself through art more. It's more vague and I'll get less criticism becuase no one will know what it means. Thanks to my friends who I could trust, that's why I stay on here.
I heart Day! I'm going to marry her. She made me happy the past two days. We had a punch baloon fight for about an hour, then we chased a baloon for even longer. It's like playing catch in slow motion. Then we sat on our boobs and popped them. And then we threw shoes at things. After that we talk into baloons. Then we throws balls that said 'do not throw at people's heads' at people's heads. And we ate pizza. And we watched star wars movies about death-ticles.
And today tried to get Oli-Magellan to do something interesting but he wouldn't. So we got ice cream and Dana fibbed and then squirted a little. And she updated us regularly on her bodily functions and waved her arms at things flying at her. And then we watched a clip on a 5 legged goat, Yagla!Then she beat wordwhomp while half asleep. Then Tim drove me home and we discussed me stealing Day for vacation and he sounded like he might let me. Ha! I while have her for my own yet!
This is an entry to non-friends. I am no longer going to post on livejournal becuase I've lost privacy. I will also not be reading your ljs. I will still be existing in the REAL world so if you have anything else to whine about please do it there.