Saturday, May 20, 2017

The First Week.

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So, I have to admit, I tried video blogging about this whole experience but the camera doesn't love me and I definitely don't need 10 pounds added to me so regular blogging it is.
It's officially been one week since Jes left. I've been doing better. At times, when I'm swamped in things I have to do and business I had to take care of after he left, I don't feel sad. I feel guilty for not feeling sad the majority of the time actually. Which is weird to me. I'm an overly attached person. I've done everything with Jes, as I explained in my previous blog, but this separation hasn't been as difficult as I imagined it would be and I sometimes feel guilty that I'm not feeling sad or lonely. That sounds horrible to say, but it's the truth. It's not because of the reason most people with an agenda towards us would think. I'm obviously insane about my husband and would cross "an ocean of thumbtacks" just to be with him (a little inside joke between him and I.) The reason this separation is a little easier to handle for me is because we've been here before. Plenty of times.

Let's start of with the fact that Jes and I met online. We spoke online (already way deep in love with one another) for 2 years before I came down to Arizona for 2 weeks during the winter holidays. Then, we had to say Goodbye again for nearly 7 months before I gathered enough resources and got a job down here to move down with him for 2 months before some complications came up and I was forced to return home without him for another 6 months. Thing is, during that separation, him and I didn't speak much either because I spent 2 weeks of those 6 months in Illinois and the rest where spent down in Guatemala with my mother and Elvis while Jes prepared for and attended the academy for his last career. He had to be up very early in the morning much earlier than I ever would have been awake to greet him, and he got home very late and tired and usually slept. What with that, our time difference between Arizona and Guatemala and the fact that I didn't have Internet down there and used my Aunt's internet through a cable she wired for me through our window (which she then literally unplugged all night long from 7pm to 11am because she believed the tiny little router she had ate up too much electricity.) With all that, Him and I barely ever got a chance to speak. He would have to buy calling cards which would last an amazing 30 minutes before turning off. We only spoke maybe 2 times a week back then for 6 months and we were both miserable. To the point, actually, where we broke up...twice. (But we don't really count it because our "break ups" only last about a day before we received a very long and woeful apology message from the other person.) It gets to a person. But we survived it.

At times, those separations, as sad and miserable as they all were, prepared us for this moment. Funny, isn't it? How this entire time, our relationship's ups and downs have been preparing us for this road? Thinking back you might think that I'm only placing tiles where I am because I want to make sense of this situation. Because I want to believe that this is the road we were meant to go down. Well, stop your psychology evaluation on me. I can tell you why I'm placing those tiles there; it's because if I don't, you're right, this situation wouldn't make sense. If Jes and I had had a "Normal" beginning to our relationship, if we had never been forced to separate due to circumstances, if we had never experienced, felt, seen, heard and dealt with the cards life has thrown at us so far, joining the Military wouldn't have made sense.
Truth is, one way or another, we're all guided to our destiny's and its just up to us to look back once in a while and organize the chips. You can't pick the hand you're dealt in life but you can control where and what you place your chips on. You can put all your chips on a bad hand believing it's the right thing to do, or you can skip your chance at making some serious money on a hand you thought was bad but was the best one in the pile. Thing is, no matter what you bet on, your hand never changes. Your chances of winning/losing don't change. You only directly affect how much you win from each move. Use the situation as a slingshot and grow or shrink as a person and player in the game of life.

The way I've organized my chips makes most sense to me. The fact that Jes comes from an honorable line of Military careers in his family, that when I first met him and we were friends he was already planning on joining the Marines, and that all throughout our relationship separations and the military have been the top two things that always keep coming back to us make sense as to why I'm currently sitting at home kinda of sad now because I'm thinking about him and he's across the entire Country in another state sleeping by now because it's 3 hours later where he is. You can't help but wonder where it's all eventually leading us too...but it doesn't matter...I'm sure the ride will be as much fun as it is painful.

So I guess my point is that this past week...I've broken down hard. There have been times when Elvis is asleep in bed at 8pm and I'm not tired that I will remain outside and listen to music or watch Netflix or be on my phone that I randomly get this overwhelming sense of loneliness and I'll break down. I'll cry and cry for an hour or so and then I'll start to calm down and eventually, I stop. And when I stop I feel horrible, of course, that left over sadness is still lingering in there, but I can breath again. It's like if you shake a soda bottle. It might look okay from the outside and be okay for an extended about of time if left sealed, but once it opens it explodes...and slowly throughout everyday, I get shaken. Here and there I'll randomly see something that touches me deeply about him (which is everywhere in this house) and I'll get a tiny touch of sadness but I'll be able to keep walking and keep going about my day...then at night when all is quiet and I have no where else to drive, no one else to bitch out on my stupid mom groups, no appointments to meet...all the tiny shakes I got throughout the day explode. Yesterday was my exploding day. I haven't cried that hard since the first night he left. I must have been particularly shaken that day. Today it's better. I woke up this morning and felt okay. I took Elvis out to the park so he could run and play through the water, we came home, I showered him, and then I put on some music and cleaned this house up. Half way through my cleaning spree, however, I got a nice little surprise.

I message from Jes! He was able to get on his phone for about 10 minutes today and told me he loved me and missed me and things about Reception. (Reception is the "3-4 days" they are in there registering themselves into the system, filing the final paperwork, getting shots like wild animals standing up in a line one after the other. You know, Military stuff.) He told me he is there until May 25th, which is next freaking Thursday. it's Sunday tomorrow...so almost there I guess. He told me he had already written and sent me two letters and that he is writing to me every single day about everything he does that day. I can't send him any yet though, not until he goes to official Basic next week which is why I want time to hurry up already. I told him I needed him to contact my AER case Manager so I could have permission to take out a loan in his name because rent + car payments + other bills + an E1's first Army check = NOPE. (An AER is something Soliders and their dependents have access to at any point should they need financial assistance. It is interest free and extremely common among soldiers because it helps a lot with PCSing -moving duty stations- and other things. Contrary to what people may think, they military isn't paid exceptionally well lol not at first, at least.) and he did so I'm good to go on that page thank god. I was beginning to drown in my worries about the rent and the bills this 1st. He told me a little more about how it's been and then I heard a lot of yelling in the back telling them to hurry the hell up and he suddenly had to go but we must have said I love you to one another a million times in the last 30 seconds before he hung up. He even video called and Elvis and I got to see his ugly bald head for a couple minutes! I'm not entirely sure he was suppose to do that but he did and I couldn't be happier. You never realize how much someone's time and company mean to you until you no longer have it. I'm very glad and happy I get these random moments with him that I'm probably not suppose to even have.

In short, this past week has been emotionally draining, time consuming, and very difficult....but manageable. I'm surviving and honestly 7 days is a long time in itself and I've felt that it went by pretty okay. I'm no expert...but if you're reading this and you're about to go through it yourself, advice from an extremely clingy/needy person who is probably the exact opposite of all these strong, beautiful military spouses that keep telling you it will be okay...Don't listen. It'll be hard. You'll cry, you'll get angry, you'll be a mess. You'll want to give up and listen to me when I say, and this I am an expert on because the main reason I write these blogs is to keep the Depression at bay, don't let this eat you. It won't be better for a long, long time, and you won't learn to live with it for just as long, but you need to realize that thinking about the future is BAD. Don't do that. Don't sit there thinking and loathing the future Deployments to come, the future TDYs that might even take up to one month, all the moves, the long hours, the worry about there being international conflict and he'll have to leave..Don't. You're just setting yourself up for failure. What you need to do is accept that they are there...accept that it's something that MIGHT happen, not will, not that it won't, that it MIGHT happen, and let it be. You can't change it. You can't do anything about it, so stop thinking about it. STOP looking more than a day into your life. Take this Hour by Hour. Moment by Moment. Don't look at the clock, the calendar, not until you're ready to come to terms with things. Stop fighting it. It's happening, get a hold of yourself. You hurt yourself more when you fight it...just accept it's happening and take it moment by moment. Enjoy what you have in front of you at any given time. Holding your child, reading, watching Youtube videos. Let yourself get lost in time. Stop thinking. Just do what needs to get done, and move forward. Before you realize it, it'll be time for the kids to be in bed, or time for your own bed, and you'll lay down and realize a day has just gone by that you survived. One day may not seem like a lot but they add up quickly. Don't think about your future, enjoy your present. Time will make itself disappear like that and your depression will be kept at bay. Everything will be okay. And if it isn't, you'll make it okay, together. Week One for me is over. I have approximately 65 days left without him but I've gotten rid of 7 already. In a week, my niece comes down and I won't have even my evenings anymore to myself. I'll have someone to talk to again...and then time will really speed up. I'm going to make it go faster even though, because I'm looking into online schools and I'm going to sign myself up for one. I have benefits now as a Spouse, why not take advantage of them? Best part is that it's a completely separate program from the G.I Bill that will give Elvis or Maddie (yes we already have named our future daughter and son -Jasper- they are our names, don't steal them. lol) a paid for education. It's literally a school program for just spouses to take advantage of, and take advantage I will. So should you. I heard a great piece of advice from a Military spouse the other day (or read it in a Military Magazine I'm not sure anymore) that said just because your husband choose this CAREER, it doesn't mean you have to put everything you have on the line on hold. Make something of yourself along with him. Not because something might happen and you might break up and have nothing to your name although that is a possibility, be realistic with yourself, but because you can't ride on his name and badge for respect all your life. He can grow to be a high ass Officer and you'll have done what with your life? Be Mrs. Officer? Sure people might respect you a little more but that's only because they're terrified of pissing him off. How nice does Officer and Doctor sound? Or Officer and Professor? You want to be your partner's equal, not his slave. You can love him, respect him, honor him as a wife and best friend all your life but you don't have to put your own life and goals on hold. What did you want to be as a child? Your ambition before you met your partner? We all had one. Just prepare to fill your alone time in the future...there will be alone time...and grow with him. Mirror one another and be strong together. Eventually, life will pass you by like these days will pass by and you'll lay in your bed one last time and look back and think, "Wow, my life has passed by." instead of being amazed you made it through one measly day..and when that day comes, you'll want to look upon your "Day" and make sure you did everything you had to do but everything you wanted to do as well.

You can't control life or time or people...but you can control yourself. These days will pass...eventually...but they will pass. Control your thoughts and your emotions and be proud of your mini accomplishments. Getting through a day by yourself, an hour, a minute...Be Proud. You did it. You can't control the hand your dealt, but you can learn to play the game and learn where to place your chips when....or you can sit there blankly staring at the cards in your hand and not having a clue of what to do. It's up to you. You can do it.

This is Marjorie Gonzalez, Survivor of Week One, Signing off.

I love you

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Here We Go.

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Welp, It happened. Jes joined the Army. Originally we were planning on him joining The Airforce but their recruitment process is a tad bit ridiculous so we went with Army. We double/triple/quadruple checked that it's what we wanted and what would be the best for our family....

Then why does it feel like the complete opposite right now?
He went off to Basic yesterday. I drove 2 hours in the wee hours of the morning to go see him for exactly 10 minutes after his final oath before the speaker overhead told us it was time for them to go to a travel briefing that would tell them how to get to the reception place from MEPs. He walked me over to the entrance counter and that was that. I was gone. I looked over my shoulder one last time and mouthed, "I love you." and saw him mouth it back before the heavy door closed between us and that was that. That's the last time I physically saw the man I'm used to doing absolutely everything with. I can't even explain the pain.

I have to say though, I love this man for a reason. All throughout the day, he was messaging and calling me on Facebook Messenger to make sure I was okay and to give me strength. He messaged and called me right before the plane took off as he was sitting in his seat already and the second he got off. He messaged me as he was trying to find his way around this new state with a small group of guys that are in his same MOS, and he even messaged me as he was sitting in the bus driving to his reception area. The drive was long and we got to message quite a bit. He couldn't call because his DS (Drill Sergeant) was sitting two rows in front of him and he wasn't even technically suppose to even have his phone on him. The last messages I got from him were, "I love you!!! Talk soon, Baby Doll." To which I responded, "I LOVE YOU! Talk soon, My Husband." and his last one to me before he turned off his phone arriving to his destination was, "My Wife<3"

I can't lie. My heart is still breaking. Last night was barely night number 2 of sleeping without him.
(My first one was from May 14th to the 15th when I went to go see him at MEPS because they require them to sleep at a Hotel that one night before shipping.)
I'm not used to this. I'm used to hearing his voice every second of every day. Telling me something, yelling at someone on the xbox, laughing at something on his phone.
Being alone isn't something I've ever experienced. Especially because my family is back in Illinois and I have no friends to speak of. He was my one and only company...and I know that's kinda sad to admit but he was.
We did everything together. Not because we had to, but because we both wanted to. He was as much home-bound as I am. He would reject invitations from his previous Co-Workers because he would rather come home and game with me. We'd used to grocery shop together. Only rarely did I ever do it myself. He liked walking around Wal-mart with me. It was kind of our entertainment 99% of the time. We'd go there to grocery shop but we'd wonder around the entire place with Elvis just looking at stuff, and trying stuff out. He would always go to the Hunting section to look at the guns and Ammo, and I'd always want to got to the Toy Section or the Hobby Section.
Our one routine I'm really going to miss while he's gone is going over to the toy section and picking up a Magic 8 Ball and asking it questions. The last time we went there was May 13th, the night before he went off to the Hotel for MEPs, and asked it if this path was the right one for our family and if we would be okay. He asked if I would be safe while he was gone and I asked if he would be healthy and taken care of in basic.
This is hard for me. I'm sure its a billion times harder for him though...and I know that's suppose to comfort like 90% of wives and Girlfriends and Moms, but it doesn't for me. It makes me sadder knowing he is miserable and I can't care for him. He called me an hour ago, the one "guaranteed" phone call they get when they arrive at the reception place, and told me what company he is a part of and told me that he hadn't slept in nearly 40 hours, had only eaten like twice and had to carry around a 50 pound Ruck Sack that entire time filled with his uniforms. He was tired and he already missed home. It sounded like he wasn't too happy with this decision so I told him he's doing great and that I'm sorry he was having a bad time. That I missed him too and that I loved him. The call lasted an amazing 1 minute and 30 seconds or so before he was rushing to get off.
I cried after it was over. I miss him. More than I believe when I don't hear his voice or see his face. The second I do though it's overwhelming. I guess I've built a wall to this to protect myself from the pain but they come crumbling down when he's around. I'm thankful I got to hear his voice today. Even if it was kinda of tired and sad sounding and it made me want to take the first flight to his location and bitch out the people there for not letting them sleep.

He told me that he wasn't sure when he would ship out to actual Basic. That it could be this Friday, or Next Monday, or he even said it would be Next Friday. Not to worry though because they would take the time off his OSUT so that it would be around the same time for graduation and stuff. That's no joke, that's a week extra. It made me sad to hear that. I've followed and liked every single FB Page I can find that has to do with where he is and his MOS because they tend to post picture of them in the hopes I'll get lucky and they'll take a picture of him. He is in a rare MOS so they might and that's my only saving grace.

The thought of him being gone for 2 months is killing me. The days are going by so slowly. This is day 3 technically of him being gone, but day 1 of not talking to him. That phone call..I know it's the last one I'll get until he is ready to ship and calls me to tell me his company and mailing address. At least, I hope so. I hope I'll get that call. He was suppose to call me last night but they didn't give him a chance until today. I wonder what else they will take away from him or make him wait for. I know I'll get the commander letter telling me his address but I have to wait for that in the mail and it usually takes about a week or so from the moment he left so in about 7 days from now.

I didn't get a chance to ask him if he had enrolled me in DEERS yet. I can't go pick up my ID until he does and if I can't get my ID, I can't get AER. Truth is, and I haven't told him because I don't want him stressing out in Basic even more, I'm kind of struggling with how I'm going to pay the rent this month. Our account is currently under $650 because we had to pay the car bill and our light which was a beautiful $400. He has been out of work for the past month and we didn't have any savings. We didn't have a chance because emergencies kept popping up and ate whatever money we did have. Now I'm down $650, and I know that when (or IF) they deposit his first check into our account, it will be eaten majorly by that negative balance and I'll be left with around $500 or less even to deal with. And with our rent being around $700 a month, this isn't good. I got in contact with AER but they told me that I need to provide them with my Military Dependent ID, Power of Attorney, and some other stuff for them to give me a check to be able to pay the rent and the car bill and other stuff on the 1st. At the moment, I have around $120 to my name that I haven't nor am I going to touch if I can help it until the 1st. I did some of the math and researched some stuff and I'm praying on the fact that his BHA isn't lowered because he is in Basic. I'm also wondering if it will even be a lot since he left on the 15th. As if, if it will cover the rent from the 15th to the 1st. I don't know. I'm not sure how any of this works, it's confusing. There's a lot to take in and a few sources of information. I can't find anywhere where it says if they will take BHA because he's being housed in Basic, or if it will be separated into two checks or one lump sum a month. Google doesn't provide a lot of information on this and I'm not sure who I could call to ask. Regardless, I'm hoping that my calculations are right and I'll have enough left over after the negative balance that the check and what I have on hand and maybe if I borrow a few bucks from someone last minute will be enough to cover the rent. That's all I need right now. I'm stressing about him being gone and dealing with all that emotional turmoil enough as it is that having to worry about how our son and I are going to keep our home isn't something I can put 110% into. Of course I'm exhausting every option I have, because just because I'm sad doesn't mean I don't have a little person and 3 cats that rely on me right now. it's all just so much. I'm tired and I'm living with a constant migraine since the 14th....and I can't believe this is only Day 2. I love you

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Blue And Black

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When I was younger, I never in my life imagined I would be okay with owning a gun and having it in my home.
Much less that I, myself, would carry one almost everywhere I went.
But that's how life is now...a world were you can't even go sit down and eat at a restaurant without being afraid that someone put broken glass shards in your meal simply because of the career you choose to follow.

(Or a world where your own flesh and blood sister was hell bent on putting you in jail to be able to steal your son from you. but that's a story for another day.)

If you use Facebook or watch the news, you'll be slammed almost every single day now about how a cop was killed or put in the hospital by a member of the Black Lives Matter community...but that's all you will see.
You won't see any riots, you won't see any protests, and you definitely won't see The President do or say anything about it. Why would you? It was just a cop that died. No one else was injured. Why should anyone create an uproar over a stupid pig?
No one should.
No one will.

But if it's a riot or a protest you are craving, just wait until a black criminal gets shot by a police officer.
You will have all the protest and uproar you will need to fill a lifetime.
Because #Blacklivesmatter correct?
Of course.
Why would I say otherwise? Simply SAYING I'm against BLM could put a target on my head because I'd be labeled a racist and an oppressor. So no, why in the world would I be against it? Of course Black Lives Matter.

Just not the black lives that think killing an officer is acceptable and funny.
Truth is, I used to say that #AllLivesMatter, but according to society, that is me being weak and avoiding the issue. It's me not picking a side to stand on and using a cheap cop out to not get involved.
Society wanted me to pick a side, so I did.

I choose to stand with the heroes.
The ones that put on an uncomfortable uniform every single day and kiss their own families and kids goodbye to go save others.
I choose to stand behind the people that put their lives on the line, even in todays world, to help others. Even if that means responding to a fake call and getting shot.
But the thing is, that my choosing to stand on the Blue side doesn't mean I'm in any way against the Black side.
I'm not racist, and I'm not for oppression. I simply have an opinion on an issue that is getting way out of hand. My opinion should not reflect on who I am as an entire person. I do not hate blacks. I do not think they are anything other than just other human beings.
The ones I DONT think are regular human beings, however, are the ones that go out there every day with the intent to harm another just because of their career. Just because their culture and society pushes them to and they obey like sheep. I don't respect anyone who laughs about the death of another innocent and doesn't even think twice about all the lives they just ruined. No, I don't care for those people. In fact, I down right hate them. But that doesn't mean they are all Black. They could be white, asian, hispanic. It doesn't matter. I hate people that think they have the power to choose who lives and dies without reason. Who make fake phone calls just to lure an officer to their death or who clog up the 911 line by calling to make threats on their officers. I can't stand those people.

Mostly because of how their stupid decisions even impact MY life and the life of everyone else just trying to live their life.

...When I was younger, I never imagined having a gun hanging off my hip at all times because I didn't feel safe even sitting down at a restaurant to eat anymore.

But that's what I'm forced to do now because of the life I choose to lead...because of the side I choose to stand on.
I am forced to carry a gun to protect not only myself, but my child, because of who I choose to love. Who I choose to support.
I can't speak my mind without worrying I'll get shot by someone. I can't let out how much it pains me to see innocent Police Officers getting shot while responding to a call because they wanted to save a life. Or how one ingested broken glass at a restaurant trying to enjoy a peaceful lunch simply because of his career choice.
I can't say anything because the moment I do, I'm Racist.
I'm an oppressor. I'm against "equality."
I choose to be oppressed by society and hated by my own "friends." because I won't stand with innocent lives being lost.
Because of my decision, I now have to worry every single day about the love of my life going off to work and thinking that might be the last time I see him. But will any one of these animals care? Will they care that if anything happens to him, so many lives will suffer too?
No. They don't think that way.
They don't realize that when someone dies, a lot of other people die with them.
They don't care about the lives they ruin. About the children left without a parent.

Don't come at me either with the line, "Oh, but that's the fear and thoughts blacks have had for centuries. Now you know how it feels."
Fuck off.

Being oppressed was when we were segregrated. When our children couldn't go to school because of their skin color. When slaves existed and were constantly killed for no reason.
If there were happening in today's society, OF COURSE I would stand with it. I would be out there rioting as well. Because that is an ACTUAL problem. a Legitimate reason to go ape shit. What is there to complain about now?

I'm sorry you statistically get more government help than any other race?
I'm sorry you have the most opportunities to go to college with a grant because of your skin color?
I'm sorry you even have the possibility to become president of the freaking United States.

What the hell is the BLM community even fighting for?
There is literally nothing they can't achieve if they fight for it. Nothing is out of reach. Except for a few extremist groups like the KKK and stuff, no one even looks at your skin color anymore. You have every single right everyone else has and yet you claim you are oppressed.

By who? The police?
Yeah, because you totally see Police Officers going out there and poisoning your food or inviting you over to hang out at their homes and randomly shoot you.
Right?

This isn't about race anymore.
Perhaps Black Lives Matter had a purpose in the past...but that is not longer the case.
It has become an excuse to act like a child and to kill people.
An excuse to victimize yourself.
An excuse for how poor you are and how horribly you live when you know damn well you could go out there and get a job and a better life if you fought for it.
But now, Black Lives Matter has just become a way of getting things delivered on a silver plater...

America has been left Black and Blue over this issue and we are on the brink of a civil war.
Yet, No one cares.

I love you

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Food for thought.

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So, I haven't written in a while because there was nothing really to write about but lately I've come across a story that kind of stirred something in me and I felt like writing down my thoughts before I forgot them. This article is just as much for me as anyone who reads it because it is something that I am on the fence about still and don't really know where I stand with it.

Looong story short:
I was on Yahoo! checking my mail when I saw an article roll by saying that a 22 year old student had blown through her college fund left to her by her grandparents by shopping and going on trips. Now she has no money left and one year of college to finish up. She didn't want get a job at first because it was below her and she felt like this mess up was her parents fault because they didn't teach her "budgeting skills."
So she called this radio show called, "The bert show" and complained to them that she doesn't know what to do and that she didn't want to get a job and didn't want to go into a bank (literally, she didn't want to walk INTO the bank) to ask for a loan. They were harsh on her (well deserved) but basically told her to grow a pair and go get a loan and a job and get herself situated.
Over the course of a couple of weeks they check back with this girl and she keeps them updated on how she's doing. Ultimately, she gets a job at a hotel working 15 (15! and she doesn't like this.) hours a week and she gets mom and dad to co-sign on her loan...but, SURPRISE! Daddy bails her out. He gives her the 20,000 she needs to finish up her college without wanting it back on the condition she keeps the job...but if she doesn't that's cool too because she's still going to have the money.

Like I said at the beginning of this, I am not sure where I stand with this story because I'm not entirely sure what to make of it. The obvious thing I first thought was,
"What the actual fuck is wrong with this girl and her retarded parents?"
but then the radio host said something that really made me think. She said that people are basically mad because they are jealous of the fact that this girl was born into a rich family and has the fortunate luck to be in a situation where mom and dad can bail her out. She makes a point...a frustrating one, but a point. Why are we mad?
To begin with, even if we aren't jealous, why are we mad at this random girl whose probably using a fake name, and even uses a voice changer to keep her identity a secret? We literally know nothing about this girl and don't even know if this story was totally made up to get views and stuff because this has made this random radio station quite famous.

With all that said, why?
Why are people getting so worked up over this story when they don't even know what this girl sounds like? I was getting angry too, mind you, so I'm not speaking from a high horse here. I am simply just trying to analyze the psychological side of this thing. I'm wondering why strangers get mad at a single girl for the way she handles her own money and her own life?
On top of that, he radio host is right...99% of us would accept that help from our parents too if we were rich like that. Don't even try denying it because if you seriously are willing to say you would reject 20,000$ with no strings attached you are not only bullshitting me right now but you are also dumber than this chick.
She was wrong with how she handled the situation and yeah she has her head stuck up her ass but why the hell do you care? No, she doesn't represent the Millennial generation. She's just one person who fucked up royally and just happened to make it public by talking on a radio show. If you honestly think she does represent our generation (and I say our because I'm 23 years old myself.) than you are probably the one representing us badly.

The reason I said this post was as much for myself as for everyone else is because I ran into a similar situation a while back when I saw a news post about a picture a woman posted on Facebook showing the mountain (literally, mountain. This pile was half of the tree's height.) of presents she had gotten her kids for Christmas. People were sending her hate mail for it and telling her she was a horrible mother and that it was irresponsible to do that to her kids and that she was raising really spoiled brats...and I sat there looking at this and the comments and thinking to myself...why are people being like this? Why are they bagging on this woman for showering her kids in gifts? She is in a fortunate life and she's passing it on to her kids...who the hell cares? It says nothing about how she's raising them. It doesn't show anything other than she's a mother that loves her kids and wants them to have great holidays. Hell, I would do the exact same for my kids if I had the money. I'm not even going to deny that. I would because I know that I would also raise them to be responsible, loving, caring adults who will share their good fortune with others and not show it off. I know I'm a good mother and I know that had I that kind of money lying around, I would so totally make the holidays a spectacular thing. and I know that a bunch of you would too. What others do shouldn't concern us but when I heard this story, which is essentially the same thing (parents spoiling their kids) I got mad. Why did I defend the picture but get angry at this girl? It was stupid in both regards but I know see that it shouldn't matter to me and that if I was in that situation, I'd do the same damn thing.

Anyway, the point is, this girl is fortunate enough to have parents that bailed her out...but she also has parents that gave her a really hard time about it and made her think she was on her own forcing her to go look for a loan and get a job on her own. Did she learn her lesson? Who knows.
We shouldn't be angry and sending out angry calls and tweets and posts about this random stranger no one knows. We're just getting worked up for no reason because our anger and our words aren't going to change this girls life. She's probably always going to be like this and honestly...who the hell cares?

I think we should all take away the lesson here that we shouldn't be getting upset over a problem that isn't ours and we shouldn't be generalizing the entirety of a generation/race/religion/whatever because of the actions of a few.
We should also take away the lesson that parents will raise their kids however they want to raise them and we should just accept that fact. There are going to be dumb asses and dimwits everywhere you look, so why all the fuss?

To put it simply:

Footnote:
Yes I know it's ironic that I say mind your own business but make a whole blog about this. The point was to say that people get worked up and angry over something that doesn't affect them.

Oh, and just in case you can't mind your own bees wax, here is the link to the interview.

LINK: "By clicking this link because I admit I'm a nosy person. Also, this article was so well written that I just couldn't live with myself until checked it firsthand.
oh and Marjorie rules."

and yes, that entire sentence if the link to the show. Did you really think I wasn't going to do that? lol

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Saturday, April 11, 2015

Whatever, Feminists.

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...Life is funny sometimes...
Considering the fact that I used to be such a big reader of Cosmo but hadn't been able to pick up a new magazine until a week ago, only to find an article that really pissed me off instantly.
Let me go back a few steps before I dive into this ridiculous article by saying that up until recently, Feminism was no problem. It didn't hurt anyone, it didn't speak on behalf of the entire female race, but most importantly, we barely heard about it.
Appearantly, there has been a movement going on behind curtains that has allowed Feminism to really gain momentum and it's ending up smacking us in the face wherever we turn. Television, Radio, Magazines, Books, Social Media...it's become an infestation and I'm SICK of it!

There are a few simple rules that anyone who strongly believes in something has to follow in order for their opinion to be heard and/or liked:
1.) Stay within your damn circle. --No one likes hearing rants about something they don't care about, hence the reason why your group is YOUR group. Get out of our faces with your falsely opinionated crap.
2.) No amount of time will convince me to join it if I've already told you, "No."
--Seriously, this isn't rape. No means No. I don't want to hear more about it, I don't care how it originated, I don't give a crap. Hush it.
3.) If you must break rules 1&2 because your ignorant little heart enjoys ruining everyone's day, then DO NOT speak on behalf of whomever your opinion effects.
--In this case, it would be females. We're not all feminists, stop speaking for all of us. It's insulting to the women with actual brains.

If you break those three simple rules, you're in for a lot of hate mail and you may say you can handle it but trust me when I say that when a hoard of pissed off people start making your life miserable...you won't be able to take it.
With that being said, Feminists, bar your windows and lock your doors because I'm coming for you.
You've gotten in my face one too many times for me to ignore anymore and I'm tired of being quiet about it.

With that being said, I'd like to talk about the article in question.
It's promptly titled,
Why Maternal Instincts Are Bullsh*t.
When it should have been titled,
"Look how far I can stick my head up my ass and still be able to live!"

Fuck Femi-nazis.

By the way, This here is Shula-ass Fireshit.

Anyway,
Let's break it down by paragraph, okay?
The article starts off with a bang.
"'Like shitting a pumpkin' is how feminist (and piece of shit) Shulamith Firestone once described childbirth. SHE HADN'T EXPERIENCED IT HERSELF but was referring to a friend's take on what labor was like."
How the fuck are you going to speak about childbirth when you, yourself, have never been through it? On top of that, your friend must have giving birth in the middle of the amazon rainforest for it to feel like she was shitting out a pumpkin because honestly, Elvis' birth was a piece of cake and that kid weighed nearly 10 pounds when he was born. It's called modern medicine, in case you Femi-craps haven't heard about it. With all the modern meds we have at our disposal, childbirth really isn't so painful anymore. I had my stomach cut in half and was back on my feet, taking care of my son the following day. I'm tired of people complaining that childbirth is painful. Unless you choose to do it natural with no meds, you shouldn't be talking just to get attention.
Continuing:
"It confirmed Firestone's view that childbearing was BARBARIC. Discomfort aside, her thinking was that women aren't going to achieve social equality until some technological alternative is invented to save us from being the only sex expected to go through it. If men were the ones forced to endure the ordeal, such a solution would have been devised ages ago."
I really hate the fact that Fireshit's mom over here wasn't as opinionated as her crappy daughter about childbearing. The world might have been spared from this abomination.
Furthermore, I don't understand what the royal fuck you Femi-Craps want. WOMEN HAVE SOCIAL EQUALITY, you dick heads. We've had it for a long time! We are able to vote, there are hundreds of self-made women millionaires, for fucks sake, we almost had a woman be our president. What more do you want? Women have just as many opportunities to become and have whatever career men have, it's just that those women complaining about not being given the same treatment and the same opportunities have their head too far up their ass to really go after what they want. What more equality could you possibly want? The only thing separating women from men now a days is the fact that they have a penis. Even then, women could walk into a damn clinic and get one surgically attached if they so wished.
On top of that, the fact that she says that if men where the ones dealing with the 'burden' of childbearing, they would have come up with an alternative long ago is a giant insult to the people she says she's standing up for. What are you saying, Fireshit? You think women can't come up with their own solution and you want the men to do it for us? Oh, I see, because you know...women can't think for themselves.
Fucking retard.

This article is pissing me off all over again, I can't continue re-writing it. She basically goes on to say that maternal instincts are, quote, "an invented concept." that rose when the industrial revolution had a new sexual division of labor negotiated. It was the one where men would go to work and women would stay at home with the children. After that, it just suddenly became instinct for future generations to expect that from one another.
What the holy hell has Fireshit been smoking is my question.
How she is able to come up with such ludicrous ideas is beyond me. I don't understand how someone could be that ignorant.
Does she not know that this is literally how it has been for generations? Since, oh damn, I don't know...the fucking cavemen? For god's sake, our bodies are DESIGNED for the purposes she just said we acquired during the industrial revolution. Women are by far more gentle, more caring, and more nurturing when it comes to children because our minds are wired that way. Yeah, of course there are always women that don't believe in having children and that's perfectly okay. We are all not the same. We may be designed anatomically to carry and birth children, but that doesn't mean our hearts are wired the same. We have different personalities and that's fine. Some of us want to work and focus on our careers, others want to be mothers. What's the harm in any of that? I don't know what traumatizing things Fireshit went through when she was younger, but damn, it ended up effecting us as well because we're here having her ignorant crap smeared all over our faces when we pick up a magazine to supposedly relax after a long day.

At this point in the article, I thought Fireshit was as lame as she could get but boy did she surprise me by continuing to say that basically, female orgasms are FAKE.
LAUGHING OUT LOUD.
It's a good thing Fireshit is too much of a pain in the ass for anyone to want to be with because seriously, if she did have a partner, that's the biggest insult anyone can make. The worst part about it is that she generalizes the entire female race in her stupid little claim. Yes, our clits are placed a little ways from our vagina's but that does NOT mean that no woman can cum because let me tell you -from first hand experience- women can cum. A lot. All of our clits are placed at different distances from our vagina's. We aren't all made the same way. Some women cum with penetration, some cum with hand and oral, but all women do have the ability to cum and feel pleasure. Our clit itself has 30,000 nerve endings...so much more than what a man has in his penis...and she's complaining that we don't feel pleasure because the placement of our clits is one of nature's little jokes.

haha. The article ended with her saying that she can't stand when we normal woman say that what we go through is natural and that our bodies are beautiful with everything they do and are capable of. In all honesty, I hope Fireshit never gets the urge to have children because she doesn't deserve the love of a child after saying all that. What she deserves is a swift throat punch hard enough to maybe stop her breathing. I would be happy then because as Ariana Grande says, "I've got one less problem without you."


I feel like Fireshit would make a great weapon to hit other Femi-Craps with.
Oh the irony.

Bitch.

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