Why Am I Angry?

It's no secret that I am a very angry person. I have a quick temper and low tolerance for racism, sexism, ageism, or any other type of pigeon-holing or shaming that goes on in the media. I find it infuriating that Kim Kardashian's ass gets more publicity than the fact we landed on a fucking comet, or that Alyssa Milano's photo of her breastfeeding her child is deemed to be 'socially inappropriate' when again, Kimmy-cakes is nude and photo-shopped to shit.

Sigh. There I go again.

Look, it isn't that I enjoy being angry or that I go out of my way to find things to be angry about. Seriously. All I have to do is check out social media: there is tons on there to be angry about, and most of it is completely ridiculous. So why bother getting upset?

I'll tell you why.

Just because you have an opinion on something does not entitle you to ridicule anyone who opposes it. Your opinion is just that: something that you developed for yourself. The fact that some people disagree with you does not mean that you are being targeted, or discriminated against, or anything like that. It means that someone doesn't share your viewpoint. 

Consider this: there are two possibilities for why an inordinate amount of people might disagree with you on a regular basis. You might actually be wrong and need to reexamine your opinions, or you could just be an asshole.

Some people would rather be an asshole than admit they're wrong. I get it, admitting you were wrong is tough to do. I have had my share of struggles with this and still find it hard at times to admit that I was wrong. But here's the point: I do admit it. I own up to the fact that maybe I didn't have all the facts or just made a mistake. 

At this point of my life, I don't have time for bullshit. I have zero time to waste on people who cannot have a conversation without trying to convert me, who judge me on my appearance, or who say I'm a 'fake nerd' because I don't watch Doctor Who. Instead, I choose to surround myself with loving, caring people who challenge me and support me because that is what I deserve. I deserve to lead a happy, fulfilling life with people I love who love me back not because of what I can do for them, but because of who I am.

And I don't care if you don't agree with me.

Whole in One

I'd written this very moving piece about a few different things when it hit me. None of it matters. What matters is that my heart is beating, my lungs are expanding, and my mind is open. 

With those things, I can conquer the world.