I don’t get it. You say you care. You say I’m your favorite. You say I’m the best. But I don’t see it.

I can’t get any consideration unless I’m ‘upset’ or want to give up on everyone. I can’t even really get consideration when I’m upset really; just you want me to not be upset asap so you can be entertained again. Like really; when I get upset, you leave. When I’m happy, you’re there. Fuck that.

I really am done. I’m tired of being the one trying and the one that shows she cares. You know I love you. I’d be lying if I said I knew you cared.

But it’s not your thing to show; it’s not mine to be fake. We can’t work. [I AM speaking in the ‘as friends’ sense here; I can’t pretend to feel like you think of me as a friend when all I think you think of me as entertainment that you can pick up when you are bored or your toy isn’t available.]

I am constantly in thought. I think about my life, the life of my loved ones, society, and the future. I am constantly befuddled by the bad, evil, and wrong in the world. Perplexed.

I’m fairly intelligent, but I cannot ever seem to wrap my head around what people will do in the name of Love, God, and Country. I’m even more perplexed by what people will do just to do.

Perhaps I should have been a Sociologist; I love people and am fascinated by them. I am fascinated by how people think, why they think, how they act, why they act, and all the other whys and hows you can think of.
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Do people really help people anymore? Do we flock to a fellow friend who is in need of a shoulder or do we turn the other cheek cause modern philosophy tells us that they are merely crying for attention? Hubris. Mundane. Paradox.

Stop to give a dollar or a meal to a stranger on the street. Rummage through your old clothes, and bring them to the Goodwill Center. Serve food on the holidays to the homeless people (who just so happen to be there on days that aren’t holidays too). Lend a hand to a broken down car on the street. Give a lift to a woman with three bags of groceries and a kid in her hand. But support a friend? Hopeless. Ideological. Contradiction.

When my friend is in pain, I am in pain. I want nothing more than to lift them off their feet and carry them to the next checkpoint. When they are thirsty for something they can’t find, I want nothing more than to provide a stream of water to quench them. When they are reaching for something they can’t touch with their own hands, I want to lift them up on my shoulders to provide the extra height. The Good Samaritan helped a stranger, but he could do both I would contend.

When a marriage ends, a straight couple breaks up, or a woman becomes a single mother; in any means, the child should be taken from the woman. After all, Christian activists contend that gays and lesbians should not have kids because a child needs both a mother and a father. So the same should apply to single parents. Because the child cannot have both a mother and a father, the child should be taken away and given to those who can provide the nuclear unit.

But the child would still be able to see his or her father, you say? Why then cannot the same argument be applied to a gay or lesbian family? Because you do not want it to? Because the family is gay or lesbian? What does that have to with anything? Once a family is split up, does that automatically make them bad homes?
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