Feb. 2nd, 2015

kragore: (Raven)
It seems that a number of people have grown unaware that I treat FB like I would my living room. And if you start throwing down in my living room, (a giant living room made up of a lot of people you might not know personally, who's situation in life you may be blissfully unaware,) I'm going to turn the lights off and toss ya'll out in the street.
I can not wander around the internet without feeling attacked for almost every aspect of my life right now.

I'm a heavy fighter, so I'm a horrible anti-fencer.

I'm deeply disappointed about how the kingdom has handled this past fall crown, but I should just suck it up and accept it, otherwise I'm anti-kingdom.

I was raised with religion, and science tell us that that's unnecessary for morality, so I'm just a quaint backwards person with an invisible friend.

I'm a person who has always felt strongly about protecting the rights of my LGBT friends, but a familial situation has made it such that I have had second, (and third, and forth) thoughts about just how deep those convictions go. But I'm battered over the head every day with how if I don't absolutely believe in championing their rights (even to the detriment of other's) I'm a horrible person.

I drive a regular old gas powered car. I must hate the environment.

I raise beef cattle and eat them. I must hate animals.

I rent, work 8 hours a day and do not have a fenced in back yard. Therefore I must be an unfit dog owner.

I don't have kids and I don't have any idea about anything, so I'm unfit to have opinions.

I believe in responsible gun ownership. And that means tests and licensing.
So depending who you talk to, I'm either a monster who's pro-gun, or I'm a terrible anti-gun person for thinking they need better nationwide regulation.

I'll be 35 in May. The internet tells me I'm failure for not having matching dinnerware. In the past week, I've also been told via the electrons that I'm a failure for not having kids, for not being married, for not having a job that I LURV, for not having enough set aside for retirement, for not being proactive enough about my career, for having an opinion, for not having an opinion. That I'm going to die from any of a dozen different forms of cancer, so I should give give give, as if giving all spare income may somehow spare me from the prostate cancer from which I'm surely going to die...
Waaaaaaait a minute....

I constantly feel utterly damned if I do, damned if I don't.
Doesn't make getting out of bed every morning any easier.


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