Incoherent

Sorry for the lack of posts. It hasn’t been that I haven’t had the thoughts to post, it’s more I haven’t had the coherent thoughts to post.

Have been thinking some about the debt crisis. And it’s frustrating. I remember reading in history books about how emperors would rule grandiose portions of the world, and think that’s not possible now, not with all these independent governing bodies. But when I hear about how the financial collapse of the US would impact the economies of the rest of the world, it reminds me that nothing’s all that independent. And I wonder who rules us? And I hear about Exxon pulling in 10.68 billion in the second quarter (that’s 3 months people) and I realize that it’s less individuals but entities that rule us. [Disclaimer: I’m writing this at a Starbucks right now, I kid you not.]

Then I read about how someone or some group bombed a Planned Parenthood in Texas (no one was hurt). And how in North Carolina, they’re trying to pass this gem of a law: “A doctor would describe her [the patient’s] fetus in detail, including the size of its organs and limbs, whether she wants to hear it or not. If she refuses to view the ultrasound image or listen to the fetal heartbeat, the doctor must record that and keep her name on file for seven years.” – What on earth would that record be used for? Missy, this is going down on your permanent record. [Update: The law just passed NC Senate.]

And then I realized that we live in a country, where rape victims have to stand trial for who they are and where they come from, where justice is rarely ever doled out.

We live in a country of over privilege, excess, comfort, laziness and injustice, and what do I do about it? I am frustrated. I realize that there are many wonderful and beautiful things in the world as well, but not enough and not for everyone.

::le sigh::

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Incoherent

Passive Agressive

Dear World,

If I write you an elaborate e-mail, I very much expect that you would take the time to read it thoroughly, regardless of how important you think you are. You might also think, man this e-mail is way too long, I’ll just skim it. But you know what? It’s long for a reason. That reason is usually that I’ve already answered the obnoxious questions and or requests that you’re about to send me. And yes, when I get your e-mail asking me something that I’ve already very specifically addressed — I think you’re a moron (and that’s the polite term for what I’m really thinking, which is what a fucking idiot.)

Seriously, am I asking too much?

Sincerely yours, Heather.

Passive Agressive

FRUS-TRA-TED

Whenever the away team was losing in a Cornell Hockey game, and one of the players took a cheap shot against one of our players, the Lynah faithful would roar into a “FRUS-TRA-TED” chant. It was delightfully taunting. It’s not as bad as say, kicking a man when he’s down, but more like, laughing at him from across the street while he’s down.

Nothing more to really say. I’m feeling frustrated. I am the master of my fate and yet, I don’t know what the best thing for me to do is. I don’t know which way to steer the ship. What kind of crappy captain am I? And as a result I’m getting no where. And granted this frustration has only occurred in the past few days. But with my compulsive, one-track mind, it’s consumed too many hours in those few days. Must make decisions…

Sidenote: Is it a harder task for a female creative/artist/whatever to strike out on her own?

FRUS-TRA-TED