So I get really, really sick of the whole gay marriage debate. I thought it was a fun debate, at first, with the stupidity of the anti gay marriage arguments, but after awhile it gets old. Yeah, they are dumbfucks, yeah, they site Leviticus a lot of times for opposition to gay marriage. I would point out that no one trusts Leviticus anymore, and a better place to turn to for gay bashing is the New Testament... But I won't go there because I don't believe that is a good argument either. Either way, I don't think that kind of stuff matters anymore.
I get sick of it. So yeah, gay marriage is a dumb issue. It should be a no brainer. The same rights should be given to all dedicated couples, no matter what genders they are. Yeah. But I get sick of the people on the left, the atheists, the non-religious, taking this as an excuse to make fun of religion over and over and over and over again. They laugh about it, over and over and over again.
Let's not make fun of retarded people, please. No, these people aren't retarded, but their arguments are. It gets really, really old. But most Christian and Jewish people aren't in this camp! So these gay marriage supporting people use this as an excuse to make cracks at religion over, and over, and over again.
In reality, it reminds me of the light spots I have from the long term Adderall use. I have light spots too. The light spots are things I think were so, so funny, I have to laugh at them over and over and over and over again... and other people would think it was way, way, excessive. "Gee Rachel, it wasn't THAT funny!" But for whatever reason, the dopamine has built up in that neuropathway, and it is funny as fuck, in a deluded, brain-damaged sort of way. That is how the anti-gay marriage arguments are to a lot of people. Quit laughing. It got old a long time ago. These people act like dumbfucks. Get over it.
Face it. You don't understand religion. You don't get it. There is a lot more to it than just being gullible. It is a tradition you don't understand. I understand your atheist ways. Yes, I do, because I was once an atheist. You repeat a lot of false preconceived notions about the nature of religion, over and over again, and it is a cavalcade of ignorance. Just shut the fuck up about it all ready.
I enjoy healthy discourse, really I do, but I think it's best to reach some sort of understanding between us. And really, I admit you are right, about the gay debate. Really, all it comes down to is hatred and bigotry. That's what I believe opposition to gay marriage is.
However, I am going to say right now, opposition to gay adoption is a different issue. I am for it, but there are some unseemly elements, as it does have an effect on the child. Not just the stigma, that's not what I am getting at. The idea that children need both a male and a female role model, and for tha they look to their parents. It messes up children when they don't have a good one for both. However, there are lots of children out there, up for adoption, who need homes. And I am not going to say, oh, they can't have this loving home, just because of the gay issue, because often there are not enough homes for all the children who need homes.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Innercept: A Journey Back to the Womb
The thing that makes a lot of sense about Innercept is their policy on helping young adults blossom into fully functioning human beings.
So what they do is, they keep them in a house in the middle of nowhere. Lock up all the food, the medication, everything they need. They have to request everything from staff members.
Staff drives them around all day, to places like the volunteer center.
And then, magically, they learn responsibility for themselves. Instead of Innercept making the decisions they used to make for them, they are suddenly making the same decisions.
Like, don't drink that energy drink. Two cups of coffee before eleven, none after. No cigarettes. T-shirts that go right up the neckline. Don't stay out past seven. And the like.
So, as a result, I make these same decisions that Innercept always made for me. Very modest clothing. They always told me at intercept, guys respect you more if you wear modest clothing. No cleavage. No blouses that look good. I once had a shirt sent home, not because it broke the dress code. Because it looked "a little too good on me."
No energy drinks. No nicotine. No caffeine past eleven. This is how my life is now.
How am I after Innercept? Am I self-sufficient? No, now I am in the Beev and F. Meek program. Regular room searches. All supplements are confiscated. Forced druggings. Lectures on caffeine. Lectures on going out alone. Lectures on staying up too late. Lots and lots and lots of lectures.
But anyway. Through Innercept doing everything for me, it taught me responsibility. For a long period of time, they made all the right decisions for me. So now, I have given up trying to be my own person, and doing things that make me feel good. Smaller portions. Fruit between meals. Regular harsh antipsychotics. Two cups of coffee. Menial service labor positions.
And as a result, I am self-sufficient, making money by myself, enough to get by, living on my own, no relapses or issues at all since Innercept... no alcohol, drugs, marijuana, harsh solvents, anything. I am perfectly happy, morbidly obese maybe, but perfectly happy.
That's what happens when you leave Innercept. I just worry about the dark and dreary nature of life now. A dark, dreary nature life never had before the antipsychotics. But I like to think I am happy. Happy as a robot.
Or is that how it happened?
No. I don't give a shit what a fucking fucked up program tells me to do. With anyone's effort to control me, there is a backlash. I say, fuck you, mother and father. Fuck you, psychiatrists. Medical professionals. I don't trust you anymore, at all. I will trust anyone who comes along besides you who appears to give a damn about me. You don't give a damn about me. You have your own motivations for keeping me doped up and medicated. My mom just wants one daughter who turned out well. Just one. She has two. Hopefully, if she does all she does to control the younger one, the one there is hope for, with an iron grip, making all the decision for her.... she will eventually turn out okay.
This is how it goes.
So I don't give a flying fuck anymore. I don't give a fuck about your sky high stress levels. "Oh, Rachel. When you go out at night, the two of us worry oh so much! Out past twelve? It's bed time! Rachel, are you dead in a ditch? Rachel, are you drunk off your ass? Rachel, are you shooting up heroine? RACHEL!!! Home by 8? That's late! Rachel! You are worrying your mom and dad! Don't live your life! We want you here at home!"
Back the fuck off. If it were up to you, my only social life would be church and the women with disabilities art work shop. I don't give a fuck that you worry, worry, worry. I am not going to live my entire life, bogged down by the fact that if I do certain healthy, normal things, my parents will worry. Back the fuck off and grow up.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand. Innercept. Innercept cages you in, treats you like a baby, so eventually, you end up acting like a baby. You become desperate for each other approval. Dependent on others, and their tactics backfire. It breeds criminal misconduct. And then, everyone leaves, and is sent off to prison.
This is how it goes.
So what they do is, they keep them in a house in the middle of nowhere. Lock up all the food, the medication, everything they need. They have to request everything from staff members.
Staff drives them around all day, to places like the volunteer center.
And then, magically, they learn responsibility for themselves. Instead of Innercept making the decisions they used to make for them, they are suddenly making the same decisions.
Like, don't drink that energy drink. Two cups of coffee before eleven, none after. No cigarettes. T-shirts that go right up the neckline. Don't stay out past seven. And the like.
So, as a result, I make these same decisions that Innercept always made for me. Very modest clothing. They always told me at intercept, guys respect you more if you wear modest clothing. No cleavage. No blouses that look good. I once had a shirt sent home, not because it broke the dress code. Because it looked "a little too good on me."
No energy drinks. No nicotine. No caffeine past eleven. This is how my life is now.
How am I after Innercept? Am I self-sufficient? No, now I am in the Beev and F. Meek program. Regular room searches. All supplements are confiscated. Forced druggings. Lectures on caffeine. Lectures on going out alone. Lectures on staying up too late. Lots and lots and lots of lectures.
But anyway. Through Innercept doing everything for me, it taught me responsibility. For a long period of time, they made all the right decisions for me. So now, I have given up trying to be my own person, and doing things that make me feel good. Smaller portions. Fruit between meals. Regular harsh antipsychotics. Two cups of coffee. Menial service labor positions.
And as a result, I am self-sufficient, making money by myself, enough to get by, living on my own, no relapses or issues at all since Innercept... no alcohol, drugs, marijuana, harsh solvents, anything. I am perfectly happy, morbidly obese maybe, but perfectly happy.
That's what happens when you leave Innercept. I just worry about the dark and dreary nature of life now. A dark, dreary nature life never had before the antipsychotics. But I like to think I am happy. Happy as a robot.
Or is that how it happened?
No. I don't give a shit what a fucking fucked up program tells me to do. With anyone's effort to control me, there is a backlash. I say, fuck you, mother and father. Fuck you, psychiatrists. Medical professionals. I don't trust you anymore, at all. I will trust anyone who comes along besides you who appears to give a damn about me. You don't give a damn about me. You have your own motivations for keeping me doped up and medicated. My mom just wants one daughter who turned out well. Just one. She has two. Hopefully, if she does all she does to control the younger one, the one there is hope for, with an iron grip, making all the decision for her.... she will eventually turn out okay.
This is how it goes.
So I don't give a flying fuck anymore. I don't give a fuck about your sky high stress levels. "Oh, Rachel. When you go out at night, the two of us worry oh so much! Out past twelve? It's bed time! Rachel, are you dead in a ditch? Rachel, are you drunk off your ass? Rachel, are you shooting up heroine? RACHEL!!! Home by 8? That's late! Rachel! You are worrying your mom and dad! Don't live your life! We want you here at home!"
Back the fuck off. If it were up to you, my only social life would be church and the women with disabilities art work shop. I don't give a fuck that you worry, worry, worry. I am not going to live my entire life, bogged down by the fact that if I do certain healthy, normal things, my parents will worry. Back the fuck off and grow up.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand. Innercept. Innercept cages you in, treats you like a baby, so eventually, you end up acting like a baby. You become desperate for each other approval. Dependent on others, and their tactics backfire. It breeds criminal misconduct. And then, everyone leaves, and is sent off to prison.
This is how it goes.
Friday, October 3, 2014
Antipsychotics and Innercept: Partners in Fornication
The main, or one of, the reasons I despise Innercept is the culture of prescription drug use.
Ask any resident what medication they are taking. They are on a cocktail of different drugs: uppers, downers, in betweeners, antidepressants, antipsychotics, and the like. The common demoninator is the antipsychotic. Risperdal, Seroquel, abilify, invega, geodon, zyprexa. One of those.
Why do people go to Innercept? Why, a variety of reasons. These medications are used mainly for bipolar disorder or psychotic disorders. Most people at Innercept aren't there for these reasons. A lot of people are. But not most people who take these medications at Innercept.
Dr. Ulrich prescribes them for depression or general mood flattening. He read an article one day in People magazine about how sometimes, atypical antipsychotics work for depression. He decided to build his life around that idea by incorporating it strongly into his treatment center.
I know how these drugs work. They lessen the dopamine synaptic response in most places of the brain. In some rare places, there may not be enough. In these places, they increase it just a smidge. They also increase the synaptic response of a neural transmitter responsible for general feelings of malease.
So basically what it boils down to is, in some patients, who have extreme, suicidal, dark, dreary, horrible, homicidal moods, it will lighten it up a bit, because they have severe lack of dopamine. In normal patients, whose depression is caused by general but non-sinister dreary bad moods, it worsens it severely.
When these patients say they are not happy, Dr. Ulrich chalkens it up to the underlying condition and them not knowing there own bodies. On the outside, he sees they are not acting out as much, and thinks it must be do to less dark intrusive thoughts.
Another thing Dr. Ulrich believes is that antipsychotics aid the brain and produce a general state of well-being amongst the troubled. This is evident in the way it improves psychosis. In general, it improves thought clarity, which is an all around bonus, even in those who don't have unclear thoughts to begin with. He also believes prescription medication aids with the ability to control your own thoughts, as in medication. He also believes it improves the ability to communicate properly.
These are things my guides say he believes subconsciously. Consciously, he just says, he notices a general improvement in patients who take these medications, based on their ability to hold a conversation and not have thoughts that are all over the place.
Dr. Ulrich believes that if you come to Innercept, you should be on an antipsychotic. He looks down upon the patients who aren't on antipsychotics.
Antipsychotics worsen a whole host of conditions, including Parkinson's and other dopamine related issues like tourette's syndrome. They worsen ADD too, suicidal thinking when it is less severe, OCD, and Asperger's.
That's why some people might say, Innercept should go out of business.
Ask any resident what medication they are taking. They are on a cocktail of different drugs: uppers, downers, in betweeners, antidepressants, antipsychotics, and the like. The common demoninator is the antipsychotic. Risperdal, Seroquel, abilify, invega, geodon, zyprexa. One of those.
Why do people go to Innercept? Why, a variety of reasons. These medications are used mainly for bipolar disorder or psychotic disorders. Most people at Innercept aren't there for these reasons. A lot of people are. But not most people who take these medications at Innercept.
Dr. Ulrich prescribes them for depression or general mood flattening. He read an article one day in People magazine about how sometimes, atypical antipsychotics work for depression. He decided to build his life around that idea by incorporating it strongly into his treatment center.
I know how these drugs work. They lessen the dopamine synaptic response in most places of the brain. In some rare places, there may not be enough. In these places, they increase it just a smidge. They also increase the synaptic response of a neural transmitter responsible for general feelings of malease.
So basically what it boils down to is, in some patients, who have extreme, suicidal, dark, dreary, horrible, homicidal moods, it will lighten it up a bit, because they have severe lack of dopamine. In normal patients, whose depression is caused by general but non-sinister dreary bad moods, it worsens it severely.
When these patients say they are not happy, Dr. Ulrich chalkens it up to the underlying condition and them not knowing there own bodies. On the outside, he sees they are not acting out as much, and thinks it must be do to less dark intrusive thoughts.
Another thing Dr. Ulrich believes is that antipsychotics aid the brain and produce a general state of well-being amongst the troubled. This is evident in the way it improves psychosis. In general, it improves thought clarity, which is an all around bonus, even in those who don't have unclear thoughts to begin with. He also believes prescription medication aids with the ability to control your own thoughts, as in medication. He also believes it improves the ability to communicate properly.
These are things my guides say he believes subconsciously. Consciously, he just says, he notices a general improvement in patients who take these medications, based on their ability to hold a conversation and not have thoughts that are all over the place.
Dr. Ulrich believes that if you come to Innercept, you should be on an antipsychotic. He looks down upon the patients who aren't on antipsychotics.
Antipsychotics worsen a whole host of conditions, including Parkinson's and other dopamine related issues like tourette's syndrome. They worsen ADD too, suicidal thinking when it is less severe, OCD, and Asperger's.
That's why some people might say, Innercept should go out of business.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Why Religion is Fun
So I find it odd how people act about religion. People hate it. Actually, I don't find it odd, because I understand it. It's not so much the funny beliefs. It's the rules. No sex. No adultery. Burn in hell if you do this, or that. Be a little goody two-shoes bitch.
The funny thing is, that's not the way it works. You interpret religion anyway you want to interpret it. No, not really. But you interpret it how you interpret it.
To me, the bible doesn't say shit about sex. No wait, it does. It says, sex is normal, but ideally, you should treat it with caution, because fucking around too much with people can fuck things up.
So that's what I do. I have given up fucking around too much.
The bible never says anything about drugs, that I know of. I don't know the bible very well, though. But Jesus does enjoy the occasional, or very frequent, glass of wine. Very much so. Also, a pillar of mysticism is that you should do some cautious experimentation with illicit drugs, preferably hallucinogens.
As for the other rules, they are fun to follow. No stealing. Love thy neighbor. Those ones are easy. Forgiveness, baby. I like to think I am good at that.
So I enjoy the goody-two shoes lifestyle. I am clean of the drugs I used to be addicted to. I feel love for the people I like, which is most people I know. I am a good person. I do God's work. I am a servant of God.
Because that's what being religious is about. Being part of God's army. Feeling righteous, and being righteous at the same time. Having a mission, a place in the world. Knowing that God cares about you.
Another thing is fun is too proudly wear a cross necklace, so everyone knows. A lot of people are turned off by it, but fellow Christians will look at you and think, well, she's a good person and someone I'd like to know. Even non-Christians might think, she's a good person but not someone I'd like to know, necessarily. Depending.
It is true that not everyone thinks highly of the morals of all Christians. Some Christians are nasty. But when you see someone wearing a cross necklace, you automatically think holy, righteous person. Subconsciously.
Some concepts that are fun to think about when you are religious are the power of God, the power of the holy spirit, and the power of holiness and virtue in general.
And then sometimes when you are bored, you can pull out your bible and start reading. The bible is a fun, fun book. No, I don't take all the stories literally. In fact, I think a lot of the so called "miracles" are merely hyperboles. But there are fun concepts, fun stories, fun things about the bible. That's what I like about the bible. It's a fun book.
Another secret is, guys dig it too. A lot of guys do, seriously, even if they are not religious themselves. No, they don't want you to preach to them, or have you drag them to church, or convert them, or anything. They will talk about it with you though. But the thing is, there is an automatic association with good, Christian girls and sex.
It's not true of all guys, but true for some. Some guys dig the bad girl image. A lot of guys prefer the good girl image. Because they have a strong desire to defile and desecrate goodness. Not taint it, just defile it.
But that's not the reason I'm religious at all, that's just something I was thinking right now. It's a secret I am sharing with you, not for any particular reason.
The funny thing is, that's not the way it works. You interpret religion anyway you want to interpret it. No, not really. But you interpret it how you interpret it.
To me, the bible doesn't say shit about sex. No wait, it does. It says, sex is normal, but ideally, you should treat it with caution, because fucking around too much with people can fuck things up.
So that's what I do. I have given up fucking around too much.
The bible never says anything about drugs, that I know of. I don't know the bible very well, though. But Jesus does enjoy the occasional, or very frequent, glass of wine. Very much so. Also, a pillar of mysticism is that you should do some cautious experimentation with illicit drugs, preferably hallucinogens.
As for the other rules, they are fun to follow. No stealing. Love thy neighbor. Those ones are easy. Forgiveness, baby. I like to think I am good at that.
So I enjoy the goody-two shoes lifestyle. I am clean of the drugs I used to be addicted to. I feel love for the people I like, which is most people I know. I am a good person. I do God's work. I am a servant of God.
Because that's what being religious is about. Being part of God's army. Feeling righteous, and being righteous at the same time. Having a mission, a place in the world. Knowing that God cares about you.
Another thing is fun is too proudly wear a cross necklace, so everyone knows. A lot of people are turned off by it, but fellow Christians will look at you and think, well, she's a good person and someone I'd like to know. Even non-Christians might think, she's a good person but not someone I'd like to know, necessarily. Depending.
It is true that not everyone thinks highly of the morals of all Christians. Some Christians are nasty. But when you see someone wearing a cross necklace, you automatically think holy, righteous person. Subconsciously.
Some concepts that are fun to think about when you are religious are the power of God, the power of the holy spirit, and the power of holiness and virtue in general.
And then sometimes when you are bored, you can pull out your bible and start reading. The bible is a fun, fun book. No, I don't take all the stories literally. In fact, I think a lot of the so called "miracles" are merely hyperboles. But there are fun concepts, fun stories, fun things about the bible. That's what I like about the bible. It's a fun book.
Another secret is, guys dig it too. A lot of guys do, seriously, even if they are not religious themselves. No, they don't want you to preach to them, or have you drag them to church, or convert them, or anything. They will talk about it with you though. But the thing is, there is an automatic association with good, Christian girls and sex.
It's not true of all guys, but true for some. Some guys dig the bad girl image. A lot of guys prefer the good girl image. Because they have a strong desire to defile and desecrate goodness. Not taint it, just defile it.
But that's not the reason I'm religious at all, that's just something I was thinking right now. It's a secret I am sharing with you, not for any particular reason.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Great Friends and People
So, what I wanted to talk about today... Is the fact that I have good friends. Very, very good friends. I love all the people I consider friends very, very much. Because they are all great people whom I appreciate.
Great people are attracted to me, and I am attracted to great people. Not in a sexual way, obviously. Just in general. A general rule of thumb is, like-minded people attract like-minded people. I am a positive, emotionally healthy, spiritually aware people. I attract people on the same wavelength, or similar wavelengths.
My sister is a negative person. I like her a lot. Very much so. But whenever I see her, she is bitching about something in her life. She tells me about all these very negative encounters she has with other people. She meets people, and they are like the worst people ever.
Which makes me wonder, why are the people who always talk to me the best people ever? I don't have any people like that in my life. The only people that enter my life that I don't really like are the people who come up and talk to me when I am standing on street corners, or somewhere random, and want my number. So I think, hey, I can use a new friend... Then I get to texting, and lose interest because they do something like ask for sexy pictures, or just appear uninteresting.
Some good people have leeches. This is a completely different phenomenon. They are positive people, but they attract people who feed off their positivity. I don't have leeches. My guides tell me it is something in their aura.
Erik is a great guy. My mom hates him. I remember one of the reasons. We ate dinner together one time, the three of us. My mom said something about public school, and he made a face. That was it, a face. He is homeschooled. He doesn't like the idea of public school. Big deal. But according to my mom, you could see the sociopath in his eyes when he made that face. She thought he was a sociopath, and she hardly knew him at all.
The thing I hate more than anything else is that at the time I knew better, but than a few months later I came down with a case of misconstrued ideas and funny reasoning abilities, and I decided it was true and accused Erik of being a sociopath. I knew better, but the thing that was getting at me was that he is incredibly arrogant and I got the impression that it was ever so slightly socially isolated, though my guides tell me that isn't true. I believed it at the time, though. I am mad at myself for ever thinking/doing this because I knew better, very much so, I was just in a weird space. He is very, very caring. And my mom says, "well he is manipulative." That in a nutshell is why I hate my mom.
Another great person I met one day was Larry. He was this big black guy I met downtown. I was upset because I had a date and he stood me up. I walked out of Starbucks, and Larry walks up to me and says, "Excuse me miss, your beauty is a duty." I'm actually not sure that's how it happens, but that's how he always tells the story. He cheered me up big time, and is one of my favorite people I know in real life, though I haven't talked to him since January. My mom wondered about him, because he always hung out downtown but didn't live there, and forbid me from going downtown. I think she thought he was some sort of sex trafficker praying upon me. I knew better. There are tell tale signs of things like that. I knew he was a good guy, one of the conscious reasons was because of the way we would be standing somewhere and he would always say hi to people who pass. Not because he was being friendly, but because he actually knew quite a few people because he was a very social, well-known, positive individual. He was an extremely fun person to be around. I feel confident that we will be friends later in life, but right now I am not in a place where we can actually actively be friends.
There are a lot of people I really, really love in the world. Friends, current or former/future. Famous people. I love right-wing commentators. They are entertainers. They say things in effort to shock people, because that's their job and what they do best. They exaggerate immensely. I am talking about people like Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter. I appreciate both these people. Ann Coulter is funny, I appreciate her style but disapprove of some of her tactics. The thing I disapprove of immensely is that she makes up facts in her books. Seriously. Not cool, not cool.
What it is is the opening of the heart chakra. It makes me love and appreciate people more.
I actually do like my dad a lot, I just disapprove of him sometimes. Not because of his beliefs, but because of his opinions on my mental condition sometimes.
Great people are attracted to me, and I am attracted to great people. Not in a sexual way, obviously. Just in general. A general rule of thumb is, like-minded people attract like-minded people. I am a positive, emotionally healthy, spiritually aware people. I attract people on the same wavelength, or similar wavelengths.
My sister is a negative person. I like her a lot. Very much so. But whenever I see her, she is bitching about something in her life. She tells me about all these very negative encounters she has with other people. She meets people, and they are like the worst people ever.
Which makes me wonder, why are the people who always talk to me the best people ever? I don't have any people like that in my life. The only people that enter my life that I don't really like are the people who come up and talk to me when I am standing on street corners, or somewhere random, and want my number. So I think, hey, I can use a new friend... Then I get to texting, and lose interest because they do something like ask for sexy pictures, or just appear uninteresting.
Some good people have leeches. This is a completely different phenomenon. They are positive people, but they attract people who feed off their positivity. I don't have leeches. My guides tell me it is something in their aura.
Erik is a great guy. My mom hates him. I remember one of the reasons. We ate dinner together one time, the three of us. My mom said something about public school, and he made a face. That was it, a face. He is homeschooled. He doesn't like the idea of public school. Big deal. But according to my mom, you could see the sociopath in his eyes when he made that face. She thought he was a sociopath, and she hardly knew him at all.
The thing I hate more than anything else is that at the time I knew better, but than a few months later I came down with a case of misconstrued ideas and funny reasoning abilities, and I decided it was true and accused Erik of being a sociopath. I knew better, but the thing that was getting at me was that he is incredibly arrogant and I got the impression that it was ever so slightly socially isolated, though my guides tell me that isn't true. I believed it at the time, though. I am mad at myself for ever thinking/doing this because I knew better, very much so, I was just in a weird space. He is very, very caring. And my mom says, "well he is manipulative." That in a nutshell is why I hate my mom.
Another great person I met one day was Larry. He was this big black guy I met downtown. I was upset because I had a date and he stood me up. I walked out of Starbucks, and Larry walks up to me and says, "Excuse me miss, your beauty is a duty." I'm actually not sure that's how it happens, but that's how he always tells the story. He cheered me up big time, and is one of my favorite people I know in real life, though I haven't talked to him since January. My mom wondered about him, because he always hung out downtown but didn't live there, and forbid me from going downtown. I think she thought he was some sort of sex trafficker praying upon me. I knew better. There are tell tale signs of things like that. I knew he was a good guy, one of the conscious reasons was because of the way we would be standing somewhere and he would always say hi to people who pass. Not because he was being friendly, but because he actually knew quite a few people because he was a very social, well-known, positive individual. He was an extremely fun person to be around. I feel confident that we will be friends later in life, but right now I am not in a place where we can actually actively be friends.
There are a lot of people I really, really love in the world. Friends, current or former/future. Famous people. I love right-wing commentators. They are entertainers. They say things in effort to shock people, because that's their job and what they do best. They exaggerate immensely. I am talking about people like Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter. I appreciate both these people. Ann Coulter is funny, I appreciate her style but disapprove of some of her tactics. The thing I disapprove of immensely is that she makes up facts in her books. Seriously. Not cool, not cool.
What it is is the opening of the heart chakra. It makes me love and appreciate people more.
I actually do like my dad a lot, I just disapprove of him sometimes. Not because of his beliefs, but because of his opinions on my mental condition sometimes.
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