Monday, May 12, 2014

Hope & Faith

A couple of months back I met this person online and we started talking back and forth. We only exchanged a few emails; I realized pretty quickly that this person and I didn’t mesh well. They sent me an email and I just never replied, maybe that was wrong of me. Maybe I should have replied back and told them that their last email gave me some red flags and that I wasn’t interested in continuing our friendship.

I hate when people write me off like that, they just ignore you and act like you don’t exist. They don’t have the decency to treat you like a human-being. I was wrong. I should have said something.

However, I am only human and I hate confrontation. I try to act all tough, strong and in your face – but in reality I’m afraid. I’m weak and have horrible self-esteem issues. After a hotly spat comment, most would let it roll of their backs; move on. But me, I dwell on it; over and over again until it rips my inwards to shreds.

Words, especially written words, are my life. Ink to paper, cursor to screen; this is where I found myself. It’s my safe haven. My home. It’s the only act that I’ve found that truly makes me ‘feel better’; the one and only good coping skill that I have.

Words are existence. Words are power. Words give authority, and take it away. Words changes and destroys life. Words are freedom, freedom from our sometimes dark selves.

Words are my being.

Last night I got an email, from the person that I mentioned earlier in this post. They wrote me (what I consider) an angry letter.

They called me a bad person, rude, pathetic and a ‘lunatic’. They said I was a horrible ‘Christian’. That they hoped bad things would happen to me and that I would continue to harm myself; “cut yourself and cut your throat”.

I’m trying to forget the hurtful words that I read. I’m praying for God to help me pass this.

I did reply back to this person’s recent email, and I told them they were right. I should have wrote them back and told them I was no longer interested in communicating.  I told them I was sorry. I told them why I stopped communicating with them; what the reasons where.

I also told them, that my intuition was right (because of their action in writing the recent email). And that I would have never cursed them or said such horrible things about them or to them.

They replied back with another anger filled email. I read only half of it.

I think the thing that hurts me the most in this situation is the fact that a person who knows nothing of me, that I only wrote three or four emails to, would say such horrible things to me and about me. I know I shouldn’t be shocked, I’m fully aware that people like this do exist (even before this email). But still, how could someone do such a thing to another human being?

The way they threw my self-harm in my face; acted like I was a lesser person, worthless, because I’ve placed a blade to my skin in my past. I actually get this a lot from other Christians and ‘believers’. Most of the time I just put it off as ‘ignorance’ but this time… this time it punctured my heart.  

“Cut yourself and cut your throat”.

I’ve attempted suicide, I don’t know how many times. But for someone to say that I should kill myself… that’s, that’s ludicrous! And they say that they “follow Jesus”! I know, that’s a low blow and I shouldn’t say such judgmental things… but a person that I’ve only talked to a handful of times (in email) wants me to kill myself because I didn’t respond to them.

I didn’t respect them. I didn’t honor them. I didn’t acknowledge them as a human being, or as child of God.

Yes, I might have done wrong. But I don’t think I deserve the emails they wrote. I struggle enough, within my own mind, with my own words and thoughts – I don’t need added fuel from negative outsiders.

“Cut your throat”.

This sentence will haunt me, for who knows how many days to come. All I can do is have hope and faith that this won’t come true.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Crazy Girls


"(One Of Those) Crazy Girls"
by Paramore

Now when you say you wanna slow down,
Does it mean you wanna slow dance?
Maybe you just want a little extra time
To focus on our romance.

What do you mean I got it backwards?
You know we're gonna be forever.
Why are you tellin' me goodbye?
Aren’t you gonna stay the night?

Are we really over now?
Maybe I can change your mind?
Soon as you walk out my door,
I’m gonna call a hundred times.

Now I walk under a pink sky (ooh),
Lovers float along and pass me by.
I pour my heart out to your voice mail,
Let you know I caught a bus
To your side of town.

And now I’m standing at your doorstep
With Los Angeles behind me.
If you don’t answer I’ll just use the key
That I copied 'cause I really need to see you.

If you're not here when I break in,
I’m gonna go to your closet,
Just so I can smell your skin.
As the chemicals swim,
I know I’ll never love again,
I swear I’ll never love again!

Baby, are we over now?
Maybe I can change your mind?
As soon as you walk out my door,
I’m gonna call a hundred times!

I’m not one of those crazy girls,
I’m not one of those crazy girls,
I’m not one of those crazy girls,
I’m not one of those crazy girls.

Hey, baby, are we over now?
Maybe I can change your mind?
As soon as you walk out my door,
I’m gonna call a hundred times!

Baby, are we over now?
Maybe I can change your mind?
Soon as you walk out my door,
I’m gonna call a hundred times!

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh.

Now I’m one of those crazy girls,
Now I’m one of those crazy girls,
Now I’m one of those crazy girls,
Now I’m one of those crazy girls.

Friday, May 2, 2014

I'm a Firefly

Today was a big milestone day for me on YouTube; for two reasons.

Reason #1: I got my first “hate” comment. I struggled a really long time with the decision to delete the comment and pretend it never happened or to allow the comment to be posted and attempt a witty come back.

  
(This comment was left on my “Who Is Star?” video. My trailer for my channel, where I have my Sim-self do random activates that I enjoy.)

It wasn’t the wittiest come back, and it probably didn’t make the poster think twice. But I stood up for myself. I owned me and I didn’t allow someone else to make me feel bad about who I am. Who I am proud to be.

Reason #2: I hit 100 subscribers. That means I have 100 followers, people who think that my videos are worth watching, that they want to be notified every time I make a video.

Excuse me, WHAT!?? 


Dude! I can’t even come to terms with that. How is that possible? How is it possible that that many people would want to watch me play The Sims 3 and listen to my random (and sometimes inaudible) gibber-gabber?

That’s just mind-blowing to me. To someone who feels (most of the time) that they’re making no difference in the world. To have 100 people say: “Hey! I like you, there’s something about you that makes me want to know more about you and keep tabs on you”.

It’s extremely humbling. And awe-inspiring at the same time.