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So Osama Bin Laden is dead

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.

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Does anyone else do this?!

I was daydreaming (instead of studying for diploma like I should be… god, I am going to regret this tomorrow) and I realized that I always have the same kind of storyline going on in my brain. I always imagine what my life would be like if I dated any guy in my acquaintance. Even if he’s just a friend, dating someone, or just some random I see.

I guess it’s just fun to picture what my life would be like with them… Like, I don’t intend to date them or anything I just find it fun to imagine~ Is that creepy, or what?

So I was wondering, does anyone else do this? Or am I just some giant weirdo-perv?

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Everyone is racist to some degree.

I think that it’s impossible to be completely un-racist, which I know sounds terrible. No one is going to admit to being a racist, since it’s so taboo. But, if you look at the society we are living in, it’s true that everyone has an underlying sense of racism, whether they know it or not.

Culture is still dominated by white, English speaking people. Every where you look you are going to find them on television, in ads, and in movies.  Regardless of how much the world has changed, white people are still the most influential, powerful race in the world. It’s like they are still considered superior to anyone else.

Then, we still see in movies and in the media the stereotyping of other races. Oh, black people are criminals. Asians are smart. Mexicans are all illegal immigrants. We poke fun at these things and make jokes, since it’s now socially acceptable to do that. But behind every joke is a little grain of the truth and, if you keep laughing at these jokes or making them, you slowly form a little bit of prejudice, whether you notice it or not. And children who hear these jokes and see the movies grow up believing that it’s all right to make stereotypical, racial comments and that it’s perfectly okay to think like that. They grow into being racist, even if it’s just a little bit and they’re unaware of it.

I’m not saying that everyone out there is contemplating another Holocaust or reforming the KKK, but we are all a little bit racist inside. We’ve grown up in an atmosphere that makes it alright to make degrading comments and pass them off as jokes. I’m not going to lie: I make racial jokes, and I laugh at racial jokes, too. I’m pretty sure a large majority of people do too. It’s a perfectly normal thing to do these days, but it’s like we feel that making these jokes shows how racially tolerant and understanding we are when, in reality, it encourages the opposite way of thinking.

It gets to the point where you subconsciously think of all these racial comments and stereotypes whenever you see someone. You see a black person and you think of a million jokes about poverty, or fried chicken, or grape juice. You see an Asian, you think of grades, and noodles, and squinty eyes. You see a brown person, you think of turbans, taxi cabs, and curry. Yet, white people are still considered the most superior, desirable race. There are what, 5 jokes or stereotypes about white people compared to the thousands there are for every other race?

Even if you think you aren’t, deep down inside everyone is a little bit racist. It’s just the way that we’ve been raised and the influence that jokes and stereotypes and the media have on us.

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You know your life is lame when…

Today I pretty much spent my entire day in my room. The only times I left it were to get food, use the washroom, or clean my cat’s litter. Not exactly the most exciting weekend I’ve ever had, which isn’t to say that I didn’t enjoy it. It’s just that in comparison to what the rest of the world does on their weekends it was pretty sad.

Other people go out partying. They spend time with their friends. Go on dates. Talk to family. Actually leave the house. They communicate with other people.

I, on the other hand, spent my time watching romantic shows. They weren’t even romantic shows where the people speak English. That just made me feel even more lame, since I’m a single girl who spent her entire weekend at home watching, in a language she doesn’t even speak, the fictional love lives of other people. And eating.

I’m kind of afraid that I’ll spend the rest of my life this way. Spending all my free time alone, trying to live through people on TV, and imagining what it would be like to be in their place, with friends and romance and happiness.  It sounds so pathetic and lonely. And I hope, with every fiber of my being, that I don’t end up that way.

I have a Great Aunt, who never married, is childless, and lives alone. It breaks my heart every time I see her. She doesn’t have anyone to go home to or to talk about her day with or to just live with. And not very many people in my family bother to talk to her because, frankly, she can be annoying and crazy sometimes. She’s so alone and it kills me. Not only because I feel bad for her, but because, every time I look at her, I wonder if I’m going to end up the same way.

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