Proposition 8 was never something easy for me to handle. I kept the old newspapers, got in more than one fight, and went to my first protest over it. I live in the heart of it. I live with the Mormons. I live with the sick, twisted, inhuman bastards who threw away millions of dollars to pass it. And to this day hearing about it makes my heart want to throw up.
I don't understand. I was well over this kind of ignorance coming out of elementary school. Yet even being raised in this religion, including attending an LDS private school, it's still unbelievable how people can follow this cult. I didn't even HAVE gay friends. One gay uncle. That was it. But the concept was so simple to me... and even if you're hateful enough to deny gay marriage in your religion, why must you bring it upon everyone?
It makes me think. Mormons are stereotypically smiley and creepy-nice. As stereotypes go, that's pretty accurate. It's just that apparently they're also incredibly stupid and willfully ignorant?
I feel bad to the point where I can't openly attack them about it. And it is hard to confront someone who is kind to you. I have to moderate my facebook page and stay quiet in school to avoid it. Why won't they do the same for me? Sometimes I wonder if I should have been more vocal-- but would that have saved all of those broken hearts, torn families, and suicides?
If I remember right, my neighbor donated $20,000 to Proposition 8. That is a shit ton of money. Later he was found to be having an affair with a girl who worked for him. WAY TO SAVE THE TRADITIONAL FAMILY, BRENT.
Sometimes I don't know how to cope with the anger. Just as it seems that I'm cooling down and learning to chill and make friends and "live and let live" I remember why I'm so angry in the first place and realize that complacency may only be working against me. I'm not an angry person by nature; not in driving, not at store employees, or when I spill something, or when the teacher is late or the neighbor's dog is whining. This is different. I'm not sure that this is forgivable. I feel like I'm drowning... And I know that none of this information and none of these feelings are new, but they're never ending it seems... and sometimes they need to come out.
Also I'm no good with wall-punching.
P.S.- Don't buy cars from Brent.