I read somewhere
online
a while ago
that when you see
strangers
in your dreams
they’re not people
whom you just
“made up”
they’re people
whom you’ve seen
in quote unquote real life
but then
I can’t help but think
who are they
these people
because
in my dreams
I know
and I love
and sometimes I am
them
who are they
and
how come
when I actually
with my eyes
out in the world
saw them
I didn’t
even
notice?
I don’t know what it is, but I fall in love too easily with too many people and things.
I’m afraid that one day it’s going to become such a problem that I end up all alone.
I know we’re alone anyway, because that’s what life is, but I mean alone alone. Without the comfort of anyone else.
Damn.
(Source: finallyfernanda)
I’m thrilled to be working as a campus leader for Americans Elect. This organization presents a huge opportunity for the entire nation — the opportunity to reclaim our government. Break free of the two party system by declaring YOUR political priorities and supporting a candidate you truly believe in (instead of just the ones the mainstream media deems worthwhile). Raise your voice to affect real, substantive change for America.
Kurt Vonnegut (via writingquotes)
(This willingness is precisely what I’m currently trying to find in myself.)
In light of the next GOP debate tomorrow (hosted by NBC and Facebook) I’d like to ponder a few basic and obvious questions that candidates should be expected to answer. Hopefully, given the nature of this particular debate that relies upon Facebook user interaction, we can finally get some clarity.
1. It’s easy to say you’ll “fix the economy.” It’s easy to throw in some charged up rhetoric and get people excited about you. And honestly, it’s easy to lay out your plan to do so, because, as a serious presidential candidate, you obviously have viable solutions up your sleeve. So, clearly and concisely, explain to the American people how you will improve our nation’s economic situation.
2. Let’s talk foreign policy. Explain why it does or does not matter that Iran seeks to proliferate. Explain why we are still obligated to blindly support Israel even as they commit human rights violations (or do they?). Explain why North Korea matters, either as a threat or as an opportunity to help the world or what have you. Explain why we can’t legalize marijuana to reduce border violence with Mexico or lay off sanctions to build a relationship with Cuba. Explain why exactly Hugo Chavez is the enemy.
And no, I’m not kidding about any of that. Our foreign policy should be dynamic, pragmatic, and, most of all, conceived to serve America’s best interests. It shouldn’t be set in stone. Instead it reminds me of this Family Guyclip in which Peter and the chicken realize they don’t even remember why they’re enemies. And even though they start fighting again… at least it’s because of a new conflict.
[see the rest here.]
Thanks to the Iowa Republican caucuses last night, Rick Perry has taken a moment to think about his campaign,the Michele Bachmann scream machine has grown subdued, and Rick Santorum suddenly seems like alegitimate contender.
This is all so terribly wrong.
In general, I view caucuses/primaries as meaningless — after all, what do the opinions of randos on the other side of the country have to do with me? — but Iowa’s last night shouldn’t affect ANYTHING. 120,000 people in a state of 3 million voted. Even accounting for those ineligible to participate (Democrats, kids who won’t be 18 by November)… clearly only the truly zealous Republicans bothered with it. It should have little to no bearing on the race as a whole.
[Read the rest here.]
(This was going to be a NYE tweet but I had more to say than originally intended. Also, I’m pretty fucking drunk right now.)
Oh, shit. #thatawkwardmoment when you’re crying and drunk and miss friends who sure as heck don’t miss you.
But I’m not mad about it. I get it. They’ve been able to deal with their issues and move on. I haven’t. My family history/real, unabridged life story is completely fucked up and I don’t know what to do about it. I’m not sure if people in my (rather peculiar and usually overlooked) situation are usually upfront or not. All I really know is my life is (I hate to be repetitive but 8ish shots in 30 minutes does that to you) fucked up.
I hate my life, but I love myself. It’s quite the dichotomy.
I have two best friends. And, I don’t know, maybe five or so who are good friends. And the rest I like to pretend are friends (as they pretend they are my friends) but I am painfully self-aware.
My point is, I have two distinct best friends. And they have accepted and moved forward with their baggage. It’s really hard for me to do the same.
I’m so happy for aforementioned BFFs who give me hope that one day I too can be happy. I miss y’all, also. I kind of sort of need you two.
Once again, I’m drunk and can’t really evaluate what I’m writing. And this is candid, uncensored, unfettered New Year’s Eve behavior.