Unconstitutional??? Which constitution are you reading?

Ok, so there is all this todo about Gay Marriage, or the lack there of. I, for one, am totally for it. But here's what I don't understand. All of the people who are against it. With so much hate in the world, why would we prevent someone from loving someone else? And who gets to define what a family is? Why should it be that the only family that counts is the nuclear family? How many of you grew up in the nuclear family, of a mom, a dad, and 2 kids? I didn't. I lived in a home with my mom, my brother, my aunt, my 2 cousins, and my grandfather. Oh yeah, and at one point, a friend of my aunt's as well who needed a place to stay. We were and still are a family. We work hard, telling children that its ok if they live with mom, or dad, or grandma, or grand dad, or an aunt, or uncle, or any combination of the above. So that they don't feel like there is something wrong with their family. But now, they want to make a constitutional amendment that says that family's with 2 men or 2 women don't count. Ok, and the constitution was written to give people the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. In the constitution, it also stipulates that a legal document in one state MUST be honored in all states. So, that means, if I have a CA drivers license, I am allowed to drive in OR. It also means, that if I marry someone in MO, I'm am still considered married in OH. So when CT said it was against their constitution to honor gay marriages done in MA, their constitution is AGAINST the MAIN CONSTITUTION! WHICH IS UNCONSTITUTIONAL!!!!!

Just a little poem

I don't know who wrote this, I got it in e-mail. (yes, one of those ones that say you have to send it to more people or you have no friends, but thats besides the point) The point is, that I do like the little poem, so I'm putting it here.
If I could catch a rainbow

I would do it just for you
and share with you its beauty

On the days you're feeling blue.
If I could build a mountain

You could call your very own;
A place to find serenity,

A place to be alone.
If I could take your troubles

I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding

are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,

A friend who's always there.

Am I what? Ohh... Can you define that first?

People ask me if I'm happy, I ask them to define "Happy" for me. If people ask if I like my job (or tell me that I do, cus I get that A LOT) I usually tell them yes, or nod in agreement. But sometimes, I wonder. I ask other people if they like their jobs. Because I wonder. I don't know if I like my job or not. Sometimes I there are good moments, sometimes there are bad moments, and sometimes, I just don't feel it. I wonder, Do I like my job, and just dislike the bad parts, or do I dislike my job, and just like the good bits? Or maybe, maybe, I'm just still undecided. the jury is still out, I'm still on the fence. I think my situation is sort of unique, because I'm told all the time "wow, you must LOVE working here." However, I work there because I love animals, and love it when animals love me. I do not work there because I like spending so much time on the computer, doing paperwork, on the phone, talking to people who are difficult or JUST DON'T GET IT!!!, cleaning up dog/cat waste, doing laundry, scrubbing walls, doing dishes, sweeping floors, having most of the animals start their trip to the shelter by hating me because of all that I represent, feeling the heartbreaking sadness of when something goes wrong, and an animal can't find a home, turning away dozens upon dozens of animals at the door, etc, etc. The list goes on and on. Looking at that list, there are far more things going against working there, than there are keeping me working at the shelter. However, size and length aren't everything, and yes, I will give you a moment to drag your minds out of the gutter. Really now. :-p Just because the con list is longer than the pro list, does not mean that the cons outweigh the pro's. There are other things to add to the pro list I'm sure, I just wasn't intending on making a list. Just on the general track of, I'm not sure. I don't really know if I would like or dislike other jobs better. Blah, I dunno.

Music has such an effect...

Why does my heart... feel so bad, Why does my soul... feel so bad...
I went to a conference yesterday about animal sheltering. One of the workshops was put on by one of the agents on "Animal Precinct", and he had a short video, that was just faces of animals that were in need of help... and it had a song playing in, and the above were the lyrics. The faces were sad enough, the music really added a kick to it though. A few tears escaped. One of my coworkers was trying real hard to control her crying, she almost had to get up and leave. If I had been alone, I would have just sobbed, hard core. Such sadness.

Is it really THAT bad?

It sound's strange, but I think life is easier to live when your depressed and suicidal. Atleast, it is once your there and able to tolerate it, as compared to if you get out of that state, and are sitting there going, ok, so now what do I do, think, feel? Life seems far too long to actually live it. This guy that I knew from school, and I know his younger brother, shot himself in the head not too long ago. When I heard, I was going back and forth between thinking, I wonder what pushed him over the edge, and wondering why I didn't have the guts to just go for it already. My heart goes out so much for him, and for his brother. This is 3 people I'v known in the last couple years that have killed themselves. There is this guy that comes into my aunt's restaurant, who's in really poor health. Like 400 lbs, insulin dependant diabetic, and just eats everything he wants. He told her that if he had known he was going to live so long, he would have taken better care of himself. I think I'm kind of in that same boat. Why do the necessary things if I'm hopefully just going to die soon. Then I won't have to worry about it. But, this is after 3 yrs of thinking like this, I realize, the out isn't nearly as fast and easy as I was hoping. There is just too much to consider. I just want a magic wand to make everything ok, on the outside and on the inside. Another 50 yrs is just too long to be fighting this, thinking like this, living like this.

TV Characters or our Friends?

Tv is so strange. We find a show we like, and we tune in... every week, same time, same place, like a date with old friends. We do this through the length of the show, and when they tell us that the show is ending, the series is over... we become sad. We allow these fictional characters into our lives, and we try to keep dates with them, and we laugh, cry, cheer, get angry, etc, right along with them, always the hidden observer. Such a strange, interesting concept. And often, while we are tuned in to a show, we are tuned out to the majority of the rest of the world. As if we really are in the scene. Oddness.

Oh yeah, one more thing...

Ok, one more thing, I forgot... If it's illegal to have a same sex marriage.. who decides what defines a man or a woman... Some people are born of both genders, and are assigned a gender... sometimes, they assign the wrong gender. Also, if you get married, and then your spouse gets a sex change... does that anull the marriage, even if you want to stay married? Who decides this?

To Marry or not to marry, that is the question...

Ok, so in Massachussetts, the supreme court found it unconstitutional to not allow couples of the same sex to marry. So they gave the state until May to make provisions to allow same sex couples to marry, and have the same type of marriage that heterosexual couples have. So now, there is a bill to make a constitutional amendment, so that same sex marriages can legally be outlawed. If it passes, this will be the first time there will be an amendment to the constitution to take rights away from a group of people, instead of to give rights to people. People who are against homosexual marriage have one common thought... "Because Marriage is between a man and a woman, it always has been... its never been done before.. thats not what we hold in moral standards..." etc. Notice the lack of real, concrete arguments. People have a right to life, liberty, and to seek happiness... by not allowing couples to get married, you are interferring with that seeking happiness bit. You are also denying rights to a specific segment of the population. It goes against everything that our country was supposed to be built on. A seperation of church and state. People need to get a clue. Everyone is supposed to be treated the same. This is not supposed to be a country of "Everyone is equal EXCEPT (anyone that we don't approve of, for any reason)"..., Instead, this is supposed to be a country of "All men are created equal"... We have decided that this means men, women, people of all races, colors, religious beliefs, so on and so forth... Why people can't see this, I just don't know. Open your minds. In a world so full of hate and war and death and killing and rage, why are we going to make it harder for anyone who loves anyone?

...And life goes on, every minute, every hour, every day

Time's just a train, rolling down the tracks, every minute is a boxcar... you can't get back... Take a look around you, It's all gonna change, whatever you see, It's never gonna stay the same....
No matter what happens, what life throws our way, what buildings fall down, what part of the world gets blown up, our lives just keep going. The clock keeps ticking, the sun sets and then rises again in the morning, no matter what. There is no stopping it, not for a week, a day, an hour, a minute, a second... In times of real sadness, we "take a moment of silence", but its only a moment, and even while some of us may be taking a moment, most other people are not... their lives are still marching ahead, and when the moment is over, so will ours. This something that everyone knows, that you can't stop the clock, that you can't stop your life, take a time out, but I wonder how many people ACTUALLY REALIZE it. Even though we actually know it. We tell people with a broken heart, "It's ok, you will feel better, you will get over it, Time heals all wounds" etc. But even saying it, being told it, sometimes, we don't really think about it, don't really understand all the implications. Sometimes these realizations just hit me like, omg, I always knew that but I never knew it at the same time. Oiy, I'm just crazy.

Is there anyone out there?

A bunch of people online, and the only ones here are the ones I don't speak to. Not necessarily because I won't speak to them, more because they don't speak to me... its kind of this circle thing. It's been a while since I'v posted. Blah, things are the same as every it seems, the way they have always been, the way they will always be. I got a hamster. You know, because, you can never have too many pets inside a match book sized apartment. I also got 4 fish. Zebra fish. Nemo, Omen, Nome, Meno. The hamster is named Liberty Peanut. I was somehow firmly under the impression that getting a few more pets would fill up that gap. Blah, it didn't work, I know this doesn't work, I don't know why I'm always so sure it will. Liberty Peanut is absolutely certain that she can chew her way through the bars of her cage. No luck so far. I wonder if she is unhappy in there, or if she just does it because it is fun. I hope she is not unhappy. I used to know that work was my sanctuary. It was where I went to make the world better. To make my life better. I would wake up and want to be there. The day would end, and I would want to go back. Want to sleep there, to never leave. Its no longer like that. Hasn't been like that for me for a long time now. A lot of reasons why I guess, I just don't know what to do now that there are no places I want to be. It makes me sad. My Fred makes me happy... ish. He brings more joy to me than almost anyone or anything else. I spent last weekend in NYC, meeting friends... it was so nice. It was natural. On my way home I thought, wow, if anything in life could be like this I probably wouldn't be depressed. I understand that life is not "all rainbows and butterflies, its compromise", but where in the rule book does it say that you should have to work so darn happy to not want to shoot yourself in the head? Some days are good, not bad at all, but in the end, when everything is said and done, I always have this to fall back on, back into. To sink back into the depths of my own black hole. I wish the blackness would just be swift and swallow me up completely, don't give me a chance to fight it, but for some reason, I guess I always do. Fight it that is. It's like a reflex, something that I can't help. I understand that my life is not that bad, there is nothing in it that should make me wallow so much in the mud pit, people all over the world have things so much worse than I do, and they don't want to stop the fight.To each his own I guess.

No news is good news, so all news is bad news... so it seems

11 o'clock rolls around and the late news comes on... on three different channels, flipping amoungst the three... and all of the news is bad. Night after night, day after day... Fire here, illness there, war here, drugs there, abductions here, murder there.. etc... over and over and over and over again. The whole world is hopeless. And one little action causes reactions all over the place. No man is an island... everything that we do affects so many others. In the world there are only like 7-8 degrees of seperation... so, in other words... i know someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows ANYone. So, If I have a horrid day at work, and tell someone about it... that affects there mood, which then goes onto affect everyone else. Theres so much pain, so much sadness, what are we supposed to do with it all?? Just suck it up, plug along, one day at a time, lonely and afraid... for years and years and years... I'm positively baffled by anyone who manages to not be suicidal in this life.

What I want most in life

Love. You Truly Desire Love. You long for someone
to hold you and take the pain away. You haven't
been in much relationships or you need to work
on how to handle them. You always seem lost in
a daydream about the person you care about
most.

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Dark magician. You love the dark because of it's
beauty and just the life that no-one else sees.
Mysterious, calm, quiet... But that doesn't
mean you're not friendly!

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Superbowl Sunday

It's only a few minutes left in the game, and the game almost is tied. I'm hoping the Patriots win, but now I don't know. Sitting here, alone, with my cat, watching the game... haha, one of the best parts is the commercials... I really like these public service announcements, then again, I'v always liked public service announcements for some strange reason. I guess I just think that something as simple as commercials against harmful things shouldn't really be considered commercials. Would be nice if the tv stations or whoever controls the tv air waves would donate time to those announcements on a daily basis. If we drum it into peoples heads, then maybe they will get the message. My favorite one is the one about the glass popsicles... its a parody on the ciggarett commercials.

Theres more than one way to ... kill a pig.. or roast a duck.. no wait, its skin a cat

Nothing's gonna change my world...
Theres just this deep sadness that runs through me for some reason. And I feel it even on good days. And even though today had no reason to be a bad day, I found myself sitting here, crying, thinking about starting a first draft of a suicide note. And then, that led to me wondering how many asprin it would take to do me in, and what the most lethal combination of pills would be, if I were to run to the store right now. So that it wouldnt look suspicious. I was thinking a big bottle of asprin, and a box of sleeping pills. And then, I could run to a different store, and pick up some other things. And in the morning, no one would know. And sunday, probably no one would know. Maybe on monday.... Maybe not for even longer. So I came online, and noone was on, so I went looking on petfinder.. which led me to a website that had job positions for this other shelter on it. And, I ended up emailing the shelter. I also got this email from this guy that saw my profile on a server, and I emailed him back also. There are many reasons why people commit suicide. And there are the people who kill themselves, and then the people who "never end their mortal life", but instead, stop living. I have done that. I have stopped everything except mere existance. I didn't mean to go looking for a new job, but, I guess its a cpr to my failing hope.

Words to live by

"keep breathing, because tomorrow the sun will rise, and who knows what the tide will bring"-Tom Hanks, Cast away
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Do or die

Something has to change, I can't keep going like this. I'm back to not getting up except to go to work. Try to pull the pillows over my head and sleep as long as possible on the one day that I have off, not because I'm tired, but because I can't get up. Its so hard to do normal things, so hard to drag myself around. Last time it was like this, I merely reinforced my addiction to the shelter, going there every day. I'm drawn to do this again. But I don't want to. First of all, I get in trouble. And second, now, even that is getting hard. I don't know. I know that I have to figure out how to change it though. I don't want to be a train wreck any more. I want to get it all pulled together, and keep it together this time. When I moved it was almost easy. I got up, made the bed, swept the floor, cleaned .. it took only about 20 minutes. At this point, it will take about 4 hours to clean up my apartment, everything is a disaster. And that just makes it worse. I had been hodling it together, and then it all just fell apart. This little bit here, that little bit there, and then next thing I knew, it was insanity again. But I have to get it together, because I can't live like this any more. I have figure it out. I need something to put it back together. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH something something something has to work, has to get it together, another 50 yrs is way to long to live like this.

Its not that bad... or is it?

Ugh, I don't want to get out of bed any more. I'm tired of making these entries. These... blah life is horrid entries... All things considered, my life is not "that bad", so whats wrong with me? I have a good cat, and I have my own apartment, and a decent job, and a car and plenty of food and heat... so whats the deal? Whats my damage?I'm like a trainwreck, and theres nothing left to salvage. Lifes not that bad, and I feel bad for being so blah and depressed when I see people who have so much less doing so much better. When I hear of things and go.. wow, if I were that person, I would have killed myself already. A coworker got pregnant, and her boyfriend didn't want the baby, and thats what I thought. I would have killed myself, rather than continue. I am starting to use that thought as a comfort again. Not like I was, not like death is imminent, but, like, its ok, because when things get real bad, then I will do it. And to maintain this low low level of sanity, or this low level of insanity, I choose not to feel about 95% of the time. Not to be compassionate, not to sympathize, not to delve into the deeper emotions, or feel anything than what I absolutely must to get by. If I dare allow myself to feel more... the suicidal tendencies will increase triple fold. So, I just keep plugging. Because thats all I am able to do. I can't manage to do more than just get by for some reason. Arg, There is no way out and the walls are closing in, whats a girl to do?

Merry Christmas, with a touch of Bah Humbug.

First of all, we will start with the Bah Humbug. On Jamestown, we lived across from this older couple that my grandfather had been friends with. The man committed suicide on Tuesday. He managed to convince his wife to leave the house without him, and then called the police station and told them their was a body in the front yard, and to please come and remove it before his wife got home. Then he hung up, went outside, and shot himself. His wife, now his widow, has spent her first Christmas in decades without him, only 2 days later, making funeral arrangements. Poor Woman.

Last night, I saw two people I went to school with. Both people were pretty cool when we went to school. Liked to cause a little bit of trouble, but nothing huge, dabbled in drugs and alcohol... but generally nice people. Last night, it was quite a difference. Both are completely strung out.

Ok, I was going to go on to talk about Christmas and such, but, now it doesn't seem like the right thing to do, so for now, we will only go with the Bah Humbug part.