The Good Old Confederate Flag

I'm a member of this particular forum and someone posted a discussion about the confederate flag. He was asking other members whether he should change his avatar in response to someone who had complained about it. He explained that it was not a sign of racism and disrespect, but a symbol of pride in the South. I replied that while this flag has always represented a symbol of hatred, since he explained the meaning he should keep it. However scanning the rest of the post there was one person who in particular felt the need to go into the same tired argument about reverse racism, etc. And at the very end he felt that this flag should be allowed to fly free over government agencies and the like because it is a sign of respect for their forefathers that have died in the Civil War for FREEDOM.

Now the post is relatively old now and it would useless to reply. However, I did find this very offensive for several reasons. I consider myself educated about American History and the like. And to my knowledge, while the Southerners did in fact feel that the "central" government was interfering with their rights I wouldn't call their mission one of freedom.

In fact I think it would be fair to say that it is the antithesis of freedom. Their argument was one of "I want my rights" and no one else's matter. Now while I can go into the oft repeated story of slavery and the like, I thinks its more important to touch on the subject of how after all this time people still believe that the Southern fight was one to be respected. It actually boggles my mind that today in 2008 there are still those who cannot understand that if the North was not victorious our land would be very different. Whether this view still stand today because people can look back in the past with a certain admiration for the way things were, or they are truly a racist bunch cannot be seen.

The more I think about it, the more I believe that the Confederate Flag is a symbol of a indignant people who still have not come to grips with the thought that they are not better than me.

Social Networking Sites

Today I skipped my C++ class because the snow is just terrible. So while I'm sitting here really supposed to be doing something constructive, I'd rather try to find some social networking sites. So far I've come across Orkut, which really seems to be dominated by Indians, so I don't know. I'd rather find something a little more diverse. Now I'm on with my quest to find a friend, LOL. At any rate the odds of finding someone with my particular interest seems to be better on the net than my small world I inhabit everyday. Though I'm particularly wary that there isn't anyone with my interest per se.

All in all I've tried Facebook, MySpace and Orkut and they suck ass. So on with my quest I suppose.

Meany Mean Me

Sometimes I'm in a self analytic mood and wonder why some things in my life are they way they are. For instance my lack of friends sometimes bother me. It would be nice to have someone to lean on and hang out with. And then I realize that I just don't like people. People irk me to no end. And because of this I'm really a friendly kind of person and others view me as very mean. I'm not mean though. I may not like you, but I'm not mean. And this view that others have of me prevents friendships and lasting connections. I'm young now and comfortable enough to tolerate loneliness. But I wonder what life will be like in 20 years. It'll be hard to convince myself that I really don't need someone to cuddle with and talk to. And then I think of my Aunt who lives a life similar to mine and I cringe. So I've made up my mind that either I need to be more tolerable, or people need to stop sucking. I'm leaning towards others not sucking as much.

Stankin' Buses

I hate public transportation with a vengeance only rivaled by my hatred of mice. Of course I'm just a hateful person in general, but these Detroit City buses take the cake. Forget about standing on dark and deserted streets early in the morning, these spiteful ass bus drivers ought to ran over by the very things they use to pass me by. It's already a comical site to see an overweight, sleepy-eyed grown ass woman carrying a heavy backpack attempt to run. And if by chance I am lucky enough to catch the bastard, I have to simultaneously hold on to dear life while sticking my money in that stank box that only takes crispy bills and wipe that stinging sweat out of my eye. But oh wait, there's still two more buses to catch. So by the time I'm standing on that bitch surrounded by lazy men cuddled against their freaking lunch boxes, I really want to turn around and go home.

Time Is A Sumabitch

Times are changing very quickly. I'll be 24 later this month, and while I'm still young it still feels like 30 is knocking on my door. I think about where all the time has gone because my life has changed to such a degree that it's hardly recognizable. When I first started going to college my family was whole, I had a brighter outlook on the future and an overall positive feeling. Within the past year my Aunt died, my father moved out of the house and that positive outlook has gotten a little murky.

I suppose this reflection comes from having a birthday soon. Like most people, I ponder certain aspects of my life. Mistakes and missteps glare you in the face while you realize that you still haven't gotten anywhere close to where you want to be, despite being older. I don't want to act like I'm 50 or anything, but thinking back to when I graduated high school I figured by this time things would be very different. I'm really not trying to actually be 30 and have the same feelings.

The Simple Life

Remember when life was simple and...

Drag the t.v. out in the morning make a giant bowl of cereal and gig off of Sesame Street...

Going over Grandma's house for a family cook out..

When money was only used to buy candy and ish...

Sitting on the steps in the hazy morning eating a cucumber and salt...

When the worst part of the day was waking up to go to school...

But when you finally woke up all you do was talk to friends all day...

Bills was as foreign as China...

You didn't know you were a particular color...

Riding bikes down the street almost gettin' hit...


Having snow ball fights until you got hit with a piece of ice, then sat and cried for a minute and started again...

Sneaking off kissing/watching somebody else kiss...

Exploring the old basement until you got cut up by something... still have the scar...

Jumping rope with a those plastic tubes on breathing machines...

Getting out of school early for any reason...

Waiting for the first of the month for that one treat you don't get everyday...

Scaveging the house for pennies to buy gumballs...
Throwing horseshoes in the backyard...

Playing in that old car, wishing it would really drive you somewhere...

Riding a grocery cart down the driveway like an idiot...

The best books were "Where the Wild Things Are" and "The Velveteen Rabbit"...

Being a kid and not a grownup where the world is a cold, cold place.

So Many Thoughts: Just Some Things About Me

I get angry easily, and one person can ruin my day. I have to work on that.

Absolutely love video games, and when I get enough money I'm like a kid in a candy store.

Easily depressed, but not easily broken.

I go to school for Electrical Engineering. Been here for a while.

I have a vivid imagination.

Anybody I choose to be with romatically must understand that I don't talk very much.

Not into sports too much, but if I learned how the game worked... maybe.

I love the winter, not to keen on summer without air though.

If I made like 60K a year, being without kids... please it is over.

I dread taking care of business, but when it's done I'm like ehh, not so bad.

The glass is half empty.

Don't see myself having kids, but who knows...

I get crushes easily.

One of my favorite t.v. shows was Night Court. Had a crush on the judge.

People always say without kids and going to college I'm a catch. Not from what I see. In my hood I'm like the opposite of a catch. Why? Really, I want to know.

Maybe it's because I'm not comfortable around people.

I like to be alone, yet I'm lonely.

My sense of humor has faded over the years.

As soon as I can, my first real vacation will probably be to see Johnny Mathis play somewhere.