With the release of the latest film in the Twilight saga, New Moon, many emotions have come to light. I read the first book and I was pretty broken upon finishing it and therefore vowed not to read the second or see any more of the films; however, as you might have guessed, I have broken these vows. I’ve decided not to hide my true feelings for the fictional teenager known as Bella Swan. I felt the pangs of a broken heart all throughout the first novel and the second brought about those same pains except in greater magnitude. “Why can’t real life be like Twilight life?” I continually ask myself. Well, first off, because vampires and werewolves aren’t real. Secondly, because people don’t fall in love at 17. God knows I wish both of these were true, but alas, I’m still searching for immortality and my Bella. Much of the world out there wants nothing to do with Twilight, citing it as trendy and stupid. I couldn’t agree more. But, with that being said, it still evokes the feelings it does and for that reason alone I give it a shot. The fantasy world that Stephanie Meyer has created is my secret little playground and if it can take me out of my own real life world, I’m that much more grateful. I live a sad, sad existence. Bella, you are my life now.
I was chatting with a buddy the other day and we couldn’t help but notice that there were two females groping all over each other. Granted, we were at a Paramore concert, but nonetheless it was still out of place. My friend offered a comment that got me thinking. Is homosexuality really just nature’s way of removing undesirable traits? Alright folks, think back to your middle school science classes and recall a certain Charles Darwin. This man developed the theory of evolution and proposed that traits that do not benefit a species do not carry on to future generations.
Now grasp this carefully as I mean in no way to disrespect those that scissor or perform rusty trombones. What if homosexuals have certain traits that differ from heterosexuals? Homosexuals cannot reproduce and therefore the bad genes/traits would not continue. This may sound rude, but is it really that farfetched? Then you may ask yourself, what about the parents? They obviously aren’t homosexual as they have offspring, so wouldn’t they have the negative traits too? If you thought this, than yes, you would be correct. However, the traits that the parents had must have served some purpose prior to their children’s birth and at the time of said birth, these traits became unnecessary.
Any thoughts? Remarks? Leave them in the comments.
This video is for my mother and father.
So within the past few days I saw this flick called Paranormal Activity. Great movie and the fact that it was made with 11,000 dollars made it that much better. I will say it was pretty scary, but more than that it got me thinking. After the movie my buddies and I were saying that one of the reasons it is so scary is because it could actually happen. I mean who really knows what’s going on in the spirit world? I sure as hell know I don’t. Anyways, the conversation carried on into schizophrenia and how those afflicted can’t tell their fantasies from their realities. Actually, there is no difference -it’s all one world. Scary shit. I know a few guys with schizophrenia and when I met them they all talked about the same things. They believed the devil was after them and they were in constant fear. I can’t imagine what that would be like 24/7, but I do know what that feels like for about 5-8 hours. Enter diphenhydramine, psilocybin, salvia divonorum, and dextromethorphan. The 3 latter are nothing special as you can tell when you are hallucinating and you know you are high, but the former is a whole different ballgame.
I was sitting in my second rehab and I managed to get my hands on a 200 count bottle of Benadryl. That’s right, the anti-nausea medicine. Anyways, I proceeded to eat 20 of them one night. It was intense. I was talking to people who weren’t there, I tried to by weed off of a roommate who I was convinced was a kid that I knew in 6th grade, I walked into a females room and tried to get in bed with her and was very frightened when I found out she was in my bed (turns out it was her bed) and I was accused of smoking crack. The point of this story is that when taking mushrooms or the like I knew I was tripping and as a result I was not as frightened. But with this diphenhydramine-laden Benadryl I had no clue. I could not tell the difference between being high and well, not being high. It was intense and terrifying. (I only knew I was talking to people who weren’t real because the next day they showed me the security camera footage and I was talking to a chair and a bush). My conclusion is that that stuff is gnarly and that schizophrenia is a hell of a disease.
Anyways, I strongly recommend the movie.
Being sober, one thing I have always questioned was caffeine use. Coming from a place where cocaine was the greatest upper around and was definitely abused, it would seem that us sober folk should stay away from lots of caffeine as it has similar effects. However, I increasing find that getting “girked” is a rising trend among people with my time sober (about 2 years). This moral implications of this vary. Some view it as extremely wack, but tolerate it where as others say something like “well as long as my life is not unmanageable, it’s ok!” For a bunch of people who are powerless over drugs and alcohol, this strong use of caffeine would seem like a slippery slope. But hey! Caffeine and Nicotine are the only drugs I’ve got left and you better believe I’m gonna hold on to them.
Alcoholism is a tricky spot indeed.
In honor of “International Katy Perry Has Great Breasts” Day, I have decided to make a tribute to her. Enjoy!