Just Give The Dog The Bone

I seriously doubt that I will ever own a pet. They are the boyfriend or husband that every girl has to have so she can feel loved and accepted. They are the child that every mother has to have to feel loved and needed. They are the cowering girlfriend or wife that every beastly, sexist male has to have to feel powerful. I don't like them.

I hate those commercials that make pets seem like children. Why would anyone buy gifts for their pets, hide them, wrap them, and then stick them under the tree for Christmas? Is the dog really going to care that its new bone just appeared out of nowhere, smelling of dust, and wrapped up in cartoon snowmen? No.

And what is the problem with making the "Christmas season" for every religion? It bothers me that people can't accept the fact that Christianity is not the only holiday celebrated, and doesn't need to be the only holiday acknowledged. I like the commercial for that cellphone that includes everyone. It's good.

I swear. This is what makes Christianity so hated. Christians are prejudiced against so many things. Of course, no one is free from some sort of prejudice, but nonetheless... Christians are supposed to be all about love. SHOW IT.

Think I'm being bitchy? Read on.

I hate it when people write such sappy, cute posts and whatnot. But, then again, I hate it when they write about how much their lives suck. You know why I dislike that sort of thing so much? Because I long to be able to do the prior, and I do far too much of the latter.

People are annoying. Fascinating, but annoying.

I feel as though I am trapping myself. I don't quite know how, but I am. I want to be so much smarter than I am. I want to do so much more than I can. I want to be someone that you are intimidated by just because they are something you're unfamiliar with.

Goths are no longer frightening. Punks aren't tough. Preps aren't as snotty. Jocks aren't as exclusive. Geeks aren't as geeky. Artists are selling out. Music makers are being overtaken by the generic. Everything is mixing together. But it's fake. It's becoming one large mass of... Of... Nothing. And I am criticized about writing about it, because I'm "trying too hard to be different." Or I'm "being too hypocritical." Screw that. I'm writing about it because I think the entire thing is stupid, and I'm disgusted to be a part of it. And I am a part of it.

But I digress.

Today, my mother received an email from her father. I haven't seen him in about 10 years. His wife, Brenda, is friends with the North Carolina State Senator Richard Burr. My grandfather wants me to be an intern for him over the summer. I'd live in D.C., which would be absolutely awesome... And I'd probably get paid for it. And live in a dorm. Everyone thinks it's a wonderful opportunity, but I'm a bit nervous about it. I don't know what I'll have to do, and I don't know I'll fit in with everyone and everything there. I'm terribly shy when it comes to being around people I don't know. Especially people who intimidate me. People who are important and/or "popular." I don't know. It'll be an experience. To be sure.

I'll have to buy new clothes and dye my hair a "natural" color. And I'll have to be all cute and feminine. *sigh* I'm especially nervous about impressing my grandfather. My mom says I'm exactly like him, which means he's critical, and he doesn't show his emotions, including love and appreciation, very well. And I believe he's rather well-to-do. Oi. At least I'll know where he's coming from. And I think I'll relate to him well enough.

That's about all that's going on, really. So. I suppose I'll close here. Thanks for reading.