People are Strange

As the title might suggest, this journal entry will talk about how people are strange and not how rad this song is by The Doors - though it is a good song and probably deserves a post all by itself.

Anyways, I'm sure all of whoever reads this can agree that most -- if not all -- people are strange. If you can't, however, then you, my tentative friend, are greatly mislead. But just how strange are these so called "people"? Well, let's take a gander at religion. What religion you ask? It doesn't really matter at this point, though I will narrow it down if you read on.

From all over the world twice over, people form little groups who all believe in something that's unexplainable by the common science (in most cases, that is). Now, even though there isn't any 'proof' to what they believe, they continue believing in whatever they're believing in regardless. They call this faith. Whatever the belief may be, they - excluding a handful of groups - believe in a higher power or "god", if you will. These groups of people, with their own 'collective' individual beliefs and ideals, form religions, where they have a bunch of followers or people who agree with what is being said or preached.

Now I - due to my Catholic upbringing - can only talk about the Christian faith. The Christians believe that an omniscient being, called God, had a son who was crucified and rose from the dead after a particular length of time. If this wasn't a religion, people would agree that this makes for somewhat of a cool super-hero. But since it is a religion, there are countless followers who will die for what they believe in, even though it's unexplainable. The Christians have endless stories of the miracles that both God and his son have done. Some of these stories are pretty far fetched, if I don't say so myself.

I know it can be argued that religion can just be set of guidelines for people to live their lives by and blah blah blah. I really don't feel like getting into this right now, so I'm going to (regrettably) avoid this argument at this point in time.

If I'm not arguing the aforementioned statement, what the hell is my point? It's simply this: people can believe in a variety of things, even when there fails to be a shred of solid evidence that what they're believing in actually exists, YET the same people cannot, even though there is countless proof, believe that two men or two women can fall in love with each other.




This just started out as a free-write (which is where you write down everything that's flowing around in your head and in doing so, purposely FAIL to correct anything until later). That said, I'll probably revise this later. And if not, it was fun while it lasted.

Mind Games

I really don't know what it is about the brain that tends to have the power and need to give up your heart with out letting you know beforehand. Before you know it, your heart belongs to someone else, and there is seemingly no reverse reaction possible in the brain's chemistry that can stop and, well, reverse this whole process.

Why do we have the need for someone to share our lives with? Why do we feel more complete when we're with a certain someone? My only answers to these questions are simply because: because we have the need for someone to share our lives with, because we feel more complete when we're with a certain someone.

I am so lucky to have found someone who makes me feel complete, and who makes me feel special. I was always one to be hesitant and skeptical in "couple" situations, because I had always thought that why should I risk my happiness with someone? Why should I put myself on the line of love, only to have the possibility of love ripping my soul to shreds and leaving a horrid, horrid after-taste of love in my mouth? I never liked the fact that my happiness could depend entirely on someone else. However, I learned that this is not supposed to be the case.

First of all, one should already be happy with one's self when starting a relationship. The relationship and love only enhance your happiness, not create it. Otherwise, you'll be just creating a false sense of happiness, and the relationship, however good it may /seem/ to be, becomes an unhealthy one. You'll depend on your better half to make you happy, and when this isn't the case, you'll be devastated. You'll realize that you've become so dependent on your significant other to make you happy, that you won't know what makes you happy.

Second of all... Actually, I don't have another point. This is just a small rambling session, which will probably occur more often than not on this side of the net, or in this particular journal. Yeah, I'm talking to you, non-existent reader!

I think what I'm trying to convey that I am so incredibly happy with my boyfriend, and my relationship with him couldn't be better. He rules. The end.

The Beginning of the Rest of My Life Starts Here.

Seeing as I already have an online blogger over at livejournal.com, the point in having another one seems to be not so transparent. Regardless of the hidden motive, I'll possibly update this one every second odd blue moon, and I guess we'll take it from there. Well, I'll take it from there as this is my journal.

What the hell do I write for the very first post in a brand-spankin' new journal? I, seemingly, do not have the slightest idea. Methinks I should write what this journal will contain. However, seeing as I don't know what this journal will be about, I will have to leave this idea at bay, and come up with another one. Or do neither, and end this entry right after this sentence, which, in my mind, is a spendid idea.