So a short while ago I started talking about how we separate (or divide, to stick to the title) ourselves into categories and judge each other based on those categories. I had wanted to talk about more serious stuff, but ended up using the whole post to rehash how some of the most recent men in my dating life have stopped seeing me as human, and how it was due to their racial make-up.
No, the irony of me talking about how we shouldn’t categorize people and then me doing that exact thing is not lost on me.
Continue reading Why do we divide ourselves? (part 2)
This week, if we were talking over coffee, I’d have to have you meet me in my room, and bring me a hot cocoa while I’m hiding, wrapped up like a burrito in bed. The more I see of how the election results have changed this country, the less I want to be a part of it.
Or a part of the human race at all, actually!
Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share: I’m terrified…
Similarly to the Chicago event a short while back, something happened yesterday that is causing me to post an additional post: the terrorist attacks on Brussels.
I don’t have all the details, and I’m terribly sorry if you came here hoping for information about what actually happened in Brussels today. What I know is that many people died, more were injured, and that because of a small group of radicals* (or, as some conspiracy people have begun saying, possibly a group trying to blame the radicals) there is more divergence amongst the people.
When will we all stop letting things like the color of our skin or our personal (private) beliefs affect how we see each other? Why do we have to categorize ourselves into groups of “us” and “them?” Continue reading Light a candle for Brussels
But if you’re religious, now might be the time to start praying.
I’ve been known to be slightly dramatic. Sometimes I see the way a thing is going, and I tend to predict the worst possible outcome. I’ve been told by some that I’m negative because of it. I suppose, it’s because I see all the possibilities. The little logicians in my brain run the computations and then they decide what the most likely outcome will be. It’s why I held onto hope with the Boy for so long, but it was also why I would sometimes take things in the most negative way possible.
The Boy was fond of pointing that out to me. The Bartender accused me of the same thing yesterday because an incident between us led to me reacting to him the way I would have with the Boy. The post with all the information about that will post later today. I promise.
But the reason I bring all of that up is because my brain logicians are working overtime with what’s going on with Trump. Continue reading Thank God for Chicago…