Respect.

I believe that every human being deserves, at the very least, the most basic level of respect. I look around, and I see a lot of hate and ultimately, dehumanization. What happened to the golden rule- “treat others how you want to be treated”? Where is the respect that I saw and gave as a child? Sure, the world was a bit tinted and I was innocent, but as we grow, we all start to see how dark this world really is. It’s as if once we hit adolescence, society turns the light off- as if we’ll be okay in the dark. What I’m trying to say is, just because we’re older, doesn’t mean we don’t need to show each other respect.

Egalitarianism: The somehow unrealistic notion that all human beings, no matter their skin color, sexuality, gender, origin, age, religion or place in this “social hierarchy” we have in place, are equal. Every human being is a human being, and should be treated like one. Sure, people say and do terrible things and deserve to be hated, but what they deserve more is at the very, VERY least, common decency. Whether we are worthy of praise or hatred, we are all equal. In Mark Fischbach’s words, “We, as YouTubers, are the exact same as you. We’re humans. We’re people, wandering this world, trying to figure out who we are, just the same as you (RESPECT 3:06)”. If that’s the case, what makes anyone more worthy of respect than others? Nothing.

I can’t say it enough- I’m sick of hearing about people being treated like scum. It’s our job as human beings to treat each other with respect. There’s a reason schools are so big on respect and kindness. They’re just as sick of all this violence and hate as I am. There are plenty of things the human race has accomplished by coming together. Why can’t respect be among those things, when that’s what we’ve been learning to use since day 1?

I find it strange that people are put into boxes based on such arbitrary things- such as skin color or religion. It’s happened many times throughout history- people have been discriminated against and dehumanized for the most basic things that we all have the right to have. If someone isn’t free to believe in what they choose, why not? Why can’t they decide what religion they have? Why can’t they be with the people they love? Why is every element of our existence a determining factor as to whether or not we deserve to be treated as a person?

If you think about it, every act of hatred can be boiled down to “you should be treated like trash because you’re not like me”. I’m not saying these things to gain publicity. I’m saying these things because, quite frankly, they need to be said. Because for some reason, in 2017, we still can’t get along. Everyone has the potential to do something great, or devastating. Whether they do either one depends entirely on the people around them. Keep that in mind before you open your mouth.

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Someday, I’ll Show Her…

Someday, I’ll show her

How much I love her,

How much I care for her,

And how much I admire her.

Someday, I’ll show her

How much I want her,

How much I need her,

And how much I long for her.

Someday, I’ll show her

How all the little things,

Like the sparkles in her eyes

Or the freckles by her ear,

How she greets me

Every morning and night, 

And how she lights up when she sees me,

How they mean so much to me.

Someday, I’ll show her

That even when she’s angry,

Or she’s depressed or anxious,

That I’ll still be by her side.

Someday, I’ll show her

That even when she’s crying,

Or when she’s being silly,

That she’s still as beautiful as always.

Maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow…

But someday, I will show her.

Iris

img_6471You can tell a lot more from someone’s eyes than you think.

Some are exciting and bright, others are pale and piercing. Hers in particular, though, give me a sense of comfort…

They feel like home.

I can look into her eyes and never want to leave her gaze. Her bright eyes when she’s in my arms makes me melt.

They’re this warm shade of brown that I’m still mesmerized by- even after almost seven months. The way they glow in the sun, it looks like there’s tiny flecks of gold in her eyes.

Long story short, they’re beautiful. A perfect match for a beautiful girl.

*ALSO: I’m so sorry for my lack of posts. Stress makes me unbelievably lazy. I get nothing done and blame it on how I’m always tired. I’m sorry guys!*

See you guys next time!

~Tentative Visionary

Not so Proud to be an American Anymore

*WARNING: I AM NOT KNOWLEDGABLE ON POLITICS. I AM ONLY A TEENAGER CONCERNED FOR MY RIGHTS. PLEASE INFORM ME IF I AM WRONG*

President elect Donald J. Trump will be inaugurated tomorrow. He and his Vice President, Mike Pence, will be in the White House.

As a white person who doesn’t live in poverty, this shouldn’t concern me. But as a woman who likes women, this scares me more than ever. Will my rights as a human being be taken away for four to eight years? Will I be forced into a conversion camp? Will I get a lower pay because I am a woman? Will I be sexually harassed? I have too many questions.

Of course, as a teenage girl, I don’t know what I’m talking about. I don’t know what’ll happen while Trump and Pence sit in the White House. But I do know that they will do the best that they can to solve the problems the United States suffers from. I wish them the best of luck for the next four years.

See you guys next time!

~Tentative Visionary

 

Song Recommendation #7

HAPPINESS (ACOUSTIC)- NEEDTOBREATHE

Happiness is entirely subjective.

What even makes a person happy? It depends on the person.

Some people have it all the time, others would do anything in their power to get it.

Me? I’m unsure.

Yes, there are times when my smile is beaming brighter than the sun, but there are also times when my tears are waterfalls rolling down my face and I’m trying to keep noise to a minimum.

When I’m happy, I feel like I’m on top of the world. I smile and others smile, and life is good.

If I was like this most of the time (always being happy is too much to ask for) I would be fine.

But when I’m upset, it’s never just a little. It takes my mind and throws it into an abyss. This cliff is every bad thought and every fear I’ve ever had. It’s like jumping from my IQ to my ego.

It’s gotten to the point in which being truly happy is a rarity. It’s now an acceptable use of “you don’t see THAT every day”.

But it’s okay because I know things will turn around someday. I’m still adventuring in my pursuit of happiness.

See you guys next time!

~Tentative Visionary

Father

“We, as humans, love putting people into little boxes, and I know it’s cliché, but it’s true.”

Evan Edinger, My Dad Died…

*DISCLAIMER: EVAN EDINGER IS NOT MY DAD. HE IS ON YOUTUBE (YOU SHOULD CHECK OUT HIS CHANNEL.) ALSO MY FATHER IS VERY MUCH ALIVE*

I want to tell you a story.

One day, I was born. Without a father to protect me, just my mother and her “husband”. That didn’t last.

Where was my father?? He left before I was born.

Now don’t get me wrong, I love my dad- he gave me LIFE… But he left my mom, to her own devices.

He left, married someone else and had 2 daughters- two of my sisters.

My mom, on the other hand, got divorced from her “husband” and met my “dad”- the one that actually cared for me (and still does).

Thus, she had my sister Aurora. The one I’ve lived with for her whole life. It’s a love-hate relationship. 

Now, my mom has a new husband. 

This is what pains me. I look at my friends, and a lot of them have great, stable families. They have both of their biological parents, maybe a few siblings.

I look at my family tree and I see a picture drawn by a five-year-old. There’s relations every which way that I don’t even know about! Maybe it’s something about my three dads…

But I feel terrible. I’ve always placed my biological dad in this “box” of evil. My mom always tells me about how terrible he is at paying child support… But that’s all I’ve chosen to acknowledge. He’s a great guy, really. I love his sense of music. He’s a FIREFIGHTER. How cool is that? He has an amazing girlfriend, my sisters are fantastic and my grandparents are the type that would bake you a batch of cookies every time you came to visit. I love them all so much… But I can only seem to focus on the fact that my dad left me before he even had a chance to know me.

I always wonder how different my life would be if I lived with my dad. If I would still be the gay little shit that I am that loves cartoons. How much more would I have influenced my sisters? Would I have ever met Aurora?

This has always conflicted me…

See you guys next time!

~Tentative Visionary