As like every person in North America knows, Osama Bin Laden is dead.
It bothers me so much to see all of the people who are CELEBRATING his death. People are ridiculously happy that the big bad boogeyman under their bed named Osama. I saw a newspaper the other day with a picture of his face and the caption “ROT IN HELL!” Uh… aren’t newspapers supposed to be objective?
What exactly makes people think that it’s all right to be happy about the fact that someone was MURDERED?
I don’t support what he did at all. But that doesn’t justify all the happiness about his death. He was just fighting for what he thought was right. Those were his beliefs, his morality. No yours or mine. And what makes our beliefs the right ones?
Why are people so jacked about his death?! Seriously. He had a family too. He had people who cared about him too. And now he’s dead and these people don’t have him anymore.
What if your son or husband or friend was murdered? And I was happy over that fact? He could have been the biggest asshat in the world, but that doesn’t give me the right to blatantly rejoice over the fact that he’s dead.
I’ve never really know what behavior is alright for friends to use. It’s like this giant murky area to me. And sometimes I wonder what exactly the rule/limits for friendship are.
Are there certain things you shouldn’t do with friends? Things you shouldn’t tell them? Lines you shouldn’t cross? Are there different rules for guy friends and girl friends?
Sometimes I just wonder if I’m being a proper friend. I mean, if I wasn’t I probably wouldn’t have any friends, but still. I just wonder.
Do you have a boyfriend? I hate hate hate being asked that. It annoys me so much. Every time I see my grandmas or there is a family gathering someone is bound to ask me if I have a boyfriend, which no I don’t have. Fuck.
My grandmas make me feel like a giant loser because, when ever I say no, they always say something along the lines of, “oh you’re such a good girl! I’m so proud of you!” So, what you’re trying to say is that you’re proud of me because of my incapability to have a boy like me? Thanks, that makes me feel awesome. Moreover, they make it seem like I’m only a good grandchild because of the fact that I’m single. So what happens when I get a boyfriend? Do I get disowned or something?
I also hate it when my extended family asks. I don’t really know them all that well and, to be entirely honest, I don’t want to get to know them. But they always feel obliged to make small talk with me and the only question they seem to ask is, “do you have a boyfriend” or “where’s your boyfriend?” Then they give me pity looks because I’m single. Fuck you! One day I am tempted just to say that I’m lesbian or something just to see how they react.
I don’t really mind being single, since it’s not really at the forefront of my mind. All my friends are single too and it isn’t really a big deal. What I don’t like is having my family rub it in my face that no one wants to date me. Like, thank you I didn’t already know that. I just wish that people would quit asking me if I have a boyfriend. If I had one, I’d tell them. Until that happens, they should just find something else to make small talk over.
It seems like every where you look the only people who are succeeding are good looking. Singers, actors, entrepreneurs. Is it possible to get anywhere without being attractive?
Face it. We live in an incredibly shallow society. Appearance is everything to us. Even if we ourselves aren’t attractive, we still judge others based on what they look like. It seems to me like only the good looking people get ahead in life.
Take actors and actresses for example. All of the famous, big earners are good looking. Sure you can get into the acting scene without being necessarily attractive, but how far will you get? Those actors are usually the ones that are typecast and will never get a chance to be anything but “nerdy” or “funny” or “quirky.”
Do people subconsciously give the attractive people preferential treatment? Everyone else seems to be shunted to the side when there is someone good looking around. Why is it that we’re programmed to like the best looking thing around? And are your levels of attractiveness and success actually linked?