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Need I insert a big sigh right now? It seems that we as a society has gone full retard here; I mean we have a bunch of whiney little assholes who want to claim superiority over everything. Ain’t that crazy? I’m talking about these so-called social justice warriors who think they’re standing against oppression but they’re just acting like a bunch of immature little brats, shouting obscene comments without any sense of logic, arguing bullshit, and they don’t even know how to shut up. These social justice warriors have become quite infamous for their idiotic, childish behavior which they’ve brought upon themselves. Social justice warriors give out death threats, vandalize property, demand equal rights, display absolute hatred toward their fellow men, disrupt people with a different opinion, act rude to almost everyone for no apparent reason, and they try to enforce their beliefs onto others. But that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Let’s start off with what it means to be a social justice warrior.

The term of social justice warrior, according to Wikipedia, refers an individual who promotes social progression such as “feminism, civil rights, multiculturalism”, and political identification. According to the Urban Dictionary, social justice warriors, or SJWs, are people with “paper thin skin who always find something to be offended about.” They’re usually young adults whose mentality is somewhat reactionary with little to no knowledge of certain principles such as politics,  entertainment, psychology, economy, and social science. Now, let’s talk about how rude they can be. If you are to offer up your viewpoint on societal issues such as feminism or gender equality, these SJWs would proceed to counter your argument by cussing you out. Typical thing for such bratty behavior, am I correct? You can try and explain your logic towards these people, but they’ll think you’re being an oppressor. Most of their favorite insults would include such terms as racist, misogynistic, homophobic, and rapist. I mean by God, can’t these people come up with better insults? Personally, I really think it sounds a bit too hypocritical in a sense that these social justice warriors are spreading hatred when they should be fighting against it. I would like to talk about the personality of SJW’s altogether, but the problem is they have no personality. The only thing I know about social justice warriors is that they are self-righteous, obnoxious, ignorant morons who refuse to listen to reason and try to claim dominion over equal rights when they actually causing more problems than they could let on. Don’t get me wrong. I am all for equality but these people take their beliefs to the extreme by sending out death threats, as I’ve stated before. They also like to call people out for being misogynistic and sexist over how certain diversities are portrayed in the media; and most of that is directed towards the people who work within the entertainment industry. And I’ll get to that later on.

Another thing I’d like to talk about is that social justice warriors are way too overprotective over how women, gays, and other ethnic groups are portrayed in film, television, video games, comic books, and other forms of media. If you portray a female character as a love interest or a sex symbol, these social justice warriors will throw a fit. If you portray an ethnic person as a bad guy or a secondary character, they’ll throw a fit. If you make a gay person a comic relief character or another secondary character, they will throw a fit. According to a social justice warrior, everything has to be politically correct all the time; in a sense, everything has to go their way, no one else’s. Honestly, I highly doubt that actual feminists, political activists, people from different ethnic groups, and the LGBT would condone this sort of behavior. As I said before, I am all for equal rights and there’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, I support feminism, I support gay rights, I support diversity, and I support equality. However, I cannot stand these idiotic social justice warriors who claim they’re fighting for change when in reality, they’re only screwing things up with their senseless banter over wanting to be treated equal. They yell at authoritarian figures, they cuss out political speakers just because they have a different perspective on society which sounds more intelligent than what SJW’s preach, and they call anyone who is a Caucasian, heterosexual male a misogynistic, racist, homophobic rapist. Let’s not forget that they send death threats to people who work within the entertainment industry, especially the game industry. I mean, seriously?! What kind of person who calls video game developers sexist over the design of a female character? What kind of person who accuses the music industry for objectifying women and then refer to it as rape culture? And lastly, what kind of person would send death threats to a comic book publication company over a simple comic book cover? Why these social justice warriors haven’t been banned from the internet and public gatherings is beyond me. The system is doing a really shitty job at what they do and I don’t know why social justice warriors continue to be around. Everyone is tired of their pointless banter and SJW’s don’t even stand for actual social issues in the world.

And let’s not forget about the hypocrisy of these so-called SJW’s. For instance, there was this social justice warrior dubbed Triggly Puff who attended a speaking event about free speech and throughout the entire event, she heckled the presenter, claiming that he or she was promoting hate speech. During her little banter, this special snowflake got called out for her idiotic behavior when she demanded to not be treated like children and the irony of this ordeal was that she was acting like a child. Now here’s where hypocrisy plays into effect when it was revealed that Triggly Puff is a radical leftist who believes in anti-capitalism, Anarcho-communism, feminism, and body positivity. But this is one individual, so let’s not assume that all SJW’s are obnoxious, idiotic nutjobs who like to present themselves in the most asinine way possible. Oh wait, most of them are like that. But why do they act like a bunch of immature children? Could it be that these people never received any maternal attention from their parents? You know that almost sounds like it’s the case with these people. Why else would they act like a bunch of spoiled brats who demand everyone to follow their orders?

According to an article by Laura Perrins of The Conservative Woman, the National Institute of Child Health and Development conducted studies in April of 2001, linking “non-maternal care for young children” to “aggressive behavior”. She even stated that  the “current college generation” in the 90’s where daycare has been prevalent around that time period. So, I guess it’s safe to say that these social justice warriors are practically overgrown toddlers who just want attention. Then again, I suppose that’s almost every millennial nowadays.

Now honestly, I would say that these social justice warriors would chicken out after somebody calls them out for their bullshit because they’re nothing but a bunch of whiny pansies who can’t accept constructive criticism. The point of constructive criticism is to help someone, not hurt him or her; however, a social justice warrior wouldn’t know the difference between constructive criticism and outright bashing. In fact, they will act like a crybaby over the simplest degree of criticism, especially if it’s meant to help them improve on how they act towards others. I know a bunch of people who act more like adults than these people. Hell, I have a 12-year-old niece as well as a 9-year-old cousin who are more mature than these SJW’s and I don’t feel guilty about saying that. Social justice warriors are basically nothing but a bunch of rude, obnoxious, ungrateful brats who need to leave the internet and never come back or at least until they have straightened their attitudes as well as being accepting of tolerance. That’s all I can say about these people.

Work Cited

http://www.conservativewoman.co.uk/laura-perrins-daycare-generation-are-now-the-students-throwing-tantrums-over-safe-spaces/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_justice_warrior

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=social%20justice%20warrior

 

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Have you ever felt like you’re alone, like nobody cared about you? You sit on your computer just typing your darkest thoughts, contemplating over the bad things that have happened to you in the past, keeping your emotions bottled up.

I want to tell you a story. There was this young man, we’ll call him Henry. Henry had a great life, a loving family, and he had friends who cared about him. He was very thankful for the life he’s been given. He was practically the happiest person in the world. However, that happiness didn’t last.

When Henry was young, his grandmother passed away after suffering a heart attack from smoking. He was devastated by this turn of events. He grew more and more resentful at the people around him. He misbehaved in school, got in trouble with the teacher, and he was sent to the principal’s office. He felt that no one liked him, he was all alone.

Years later, he was in high school and he was on medication. Henry did manage to make it through all his classes without any complaints and he managed to talk to people. He made several friends in high school. However, the depression got to him in later years. There were moments in which Henry feels isolated and alone. There were even times where Henry wanted to end his life. In his sophomore year in high school, Henry had a crush on this girl. Let’s call her Emma. Henry liked Emma a lot but Emma only liked Henry as just a friend. Again the feelings of loneliness surfaced and Henry became deeply depressed. Henry was in love with Emma but she only thought of him as just a friend. He felt as though his heart was breaking. Even though he acted as though it didn’t matter, Henry still felt the feeling of loneliness each day. Every time he saw Emma talking to other guys, Henry felt left out. He was convinced that she never really liked him at all, like she never cared if he lived or died. So, Henry thought about committing suicide.

“Why not?”, he asked. “It’s not like anybody likes me. Maybe I should just kill myself.”

Henry has been given several opportunities to take his own life. He could climb atop to roof of the gymnasium and plunge to his death in front of the whole school. He took take a knife from his mom’s kitchen drawer and slit his wrists. He could take a handful of pills with a bottle of liquor. Every chance he gets, he could end right then and there. He was ready to die. Because he didn’t want to feel the pain anymore. He didn’t want to feel sad anymore. He just wanted to end his suffering forever.

“All I want is for this pain to go away,” he says to himself.

He wants to bring an end to his agony, to silence his shame. So, Henry went onto his computer to write his final goodbyes to all his friends on Facebook. He was done. He wanted it to be over.

Days later, Henry’s Facebook page blew up with messages of endearment.

“I feel your pain, dude. Just know that it gets better.”

“Don’t kill yourself, Henry. You have so much to offer this world.”

Henry scrolled down to reach each comment until he came across one written by Emma.

“Henry, my mom told me that you’re trying to kill yourself. Please, don’t do it. I know I haven’t been much of a good friend to you. I was so busy with school and work that I didn’t pay much attention. I feel terrible for the way I mistreated you. That wasn’t my intention to ignore you and your pain. Of all the people I’ve talked to, you’re practically the only one who actually listens. You are smart, kind, and you are beautiful, Henry. I have hung out with a lot of people and you were the nicest person I have met. You should never give up on life. There are so many people who care so much about you and they would be so sad to see you go. And so would I. You mean everything to me, Henry. I once told you that I liked you as a friend but now I know that you’re more than just a friend. You’re my family and I love you so very much. You see, Henry? You’re not alone. You never were. And don’t think that you’re not worthy because you are. So, if you need a friend to talk to, you can always come to me. I’m going to help you get through this so you don’t have to be alone.”

The next day, Henry noticed Emma looking directly at him. She smiled and waved. She looked to her friends and bid them farewell before she headed into his direction. Emma walked up to Henry and gave him a great big hug. She even kissed him on the cheek.

Henry knew that he will never have to be alone anymore.

“My friends and I are going to catch a movie later tonight. You wanna come?,” Emma asked Henry.

Henry looked at Emma with a smile on his face and said, “Hell yes.”

Henry and Emma walked to class together, hand in hand.

The moral of the story is there are people who care deeply about you, especially the ones who you care deeply about. You should never give up hope that the person that you like will like you back. When you open up to people, they open up to you. Life will get better. You just need to believe.

You know I have been thinking. Maybe it’s time for a change. I need to learn how to maintain control of my life if I am ever going to succeed. I am still battling my depression and I am trying to control my anxieties. But each day, it’s one battle after another. Life is too short and we must cherish each moment like it’s our last. If we invest in an idea that we can better ourselves and the way we think, then success will follow.

For me to do that, I have to focus on my main goals and set new goals for myself. That way I can force myself to rise to the occasion. I have set few goals for myself. I wanted to attend college and I accomplished that. I want to become an artist. I want to become a writer. I want to become a filmmaker. These are the minor goals I have set for myself. However, fear rears its ugly head. No matter how hard I try to achieve my goals, fear overwhelms my mind. My life has been plagued with fear. Fear of failing, fear of being trapped, fear of dying, and the fear of change.

Fear is supposed to be a state of mind, not a handicap. I have been struggling to face my fears but they usually overwhelm me. It’s because the mind is controlled by fear. We go to work everyday because we’re afraid of living on the street. We get married and start a family because we’re afraid of dying alone. There are other fears that we can’t comprehend. For example, I am afraid of black cats because I was afraid they would bring me bad luck. I’m afraid of spilling salt because I was afraid of having bad luck. I’m even afraid of walking under ladders and breaking mirrors because I was afraid of having bad luck. That’s the thing. Superstitions are products of fear. Fear of the unknown.

Our minds play tricks on us. We take comfort in our beliefs. We want something to put faith in. We need that something that will give us strength. When things get too tough, when we feel the world is against us, we rely on that one thing that will give us hope. For me, I pray for miracles. I rely on faith to get me through tough times. I turn to religion for when I need help with the misfortune in my life. But when it comes to achieving my goals, I have to put faith in myself.

In order to succeed, I have to focus on one particular goal at a time. In this case, that’s finishing school and getting a job. Some priorities have to be set aside in order to do what is right. That doesn’t mean I have to give up the things I want altogether. It means I have to focus on the goal and the endgame. I think about the future all the time and that’s the endgame. The future is what we make of it. We must decide our own fate.

However, we cannot always worry about the future. The aspect of this is to learn how to live life and not worry how it’s going to end. We must learn how to enjoy the pleasures that life gives us, to live in the moment and not worry about what is to come. But we must be too frivolous with the short amount of time we have. We must not waist it on sitting around and waiting for the future to come. We must invest in our time by doing the things we never thought we could do. We have to formulate a plan on how we must achieve our goals. We need to focus on the endgame and how we should get there. We need to undergo a series of trials that determine our skill levels. For me, I want to get rich and be famous. I want to date and have sex. But first, I want to focus on my main goals and that is to finish school, get my degree in Media Arts, and gain the knowledge to succeed in life. We must not be afraid to take risks. Sometimes we will make mistakes but that’s part of life. It’s how we learn from our mistakes that we pick ourselves up off the floor, dusts ourselves off, and get back on the horse. And that is what I need to do.

Now, I have to face my fears and learn from my mistakes. But I must be happy and try to enjoy life, learn to how fun for a change, and focus on the endgame.

You know I usually don’t blog about my life often but I just wanted to clear the slate and talk about what high school was like for me. It was my freshman year and I was already feeling the angst of being a high school student. I don’t what was going on back then but I could never forget all those kids and what they see of me. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being a freshman in high school. It was a great experience for me but there have been those times when I felt I was being ridiculed behind my back. A bunch of teenagers thought it would be cool to mock me because I loved superheroes and I was really hurt but I didn’t let them get the best of me even though they still talk crap about my favorite comic books. Kids can be very cruel, right? Well, not all the time. Some teenagers witnessed my extraordinary talent to draw. Usually, they crowd around and watch me draw Batman or Spider-Man. It did give me the attention I deserved at the time. People would come up to me and tell me that I have an awesome talent and they request that I draw them something. Also, people always laughed at some of my wisecracks. I was cool for a while, then my Sophomore year began.

My first few days as a Sophomore was tragic. I missed my bus on my first day of school and I had to run after it as soon as it starts to drive off. The next few days weren’t as easy as I hoped. I started to develop these personality disorders in which I fall into a state of depression. I began lashing out at everyone, I withdrew myself from everybody, and I began to bury myself in my art. If only anyone would understand how I felt back then and I would get the help I deserved. I was a stranger to everyone. I wasn’t the same boy I was in my Freshman year. No, I was far different. I was dark and disturbed. At the time, I was on the verge of falling apart. I felt so alone. I was feeling low and I didn’t think I had a way out. There were even times when I wanted to drop out of school. But things started getting better around the time of the end of the school year and it was all thanks to a movie called “Iron Man”. Since I watched that movie, I began to think more positively, I started to become more tolerant, and I found a crowd for whom I could fit in.

My Junior year started and I was in full swing. I knew I was ready for a change and I felt that I can get through this. It was okay for a while but there were some scenarios in which I feel this anxiety flares coming up. I tend to get excited, I couldn’t think, and I feel that I wanted to run out of the class. However, they go away every once in a while. I started to go on with the rest of my day. I used several methods to suppress these anxiety flares such as breathing, meditation, and etc.. It was okay for a while and I was feeling alright. There are still those kids who want to torment me because I liked superheroes but I pretend to ignore them. Around that time, I was merely invincible but I was still feeling depressed. However, my depression was a bit moderate and I try to talk to someone about it. Luckily, I did find some people who understood what I was going through and it was the first time in my life that I actually opened up to someone other than my family. I never thought I would be talking to someone my own age. I found some friends for whom I could hang around with in the gym on Fridays. Most of the senior class envied me, especially the girls and some of the guys. It was the greatest year of my high school year. I got to dress up as Superman and I won my school’s pageant for it. But then everything went downhill from there…..

 

My senior year was by far the worst year of my life. I thought I was ready for the big leagues but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered when I tried to get attention from my fellow classmates. After all my accomplishments and achievements, I still feel depressed. The anxiety flares came back and I was feeling what I felt in my sophomore year. I began lashing out to other students and I was on the brink of losing it. Oh my god, it was hell for me. I was about to lose my mind. I started talking, I began acting crazy on several occasions, and I fall back into my deep depression. Even though I was a senior, I still get mocked by the other students over my fascination with superheroes. I began acting narcissistic and talked highly about myself on several occasions.  I guess it was because Graduation Day was around the corner and I was feeling the peer pressure of college. I was just trying to race against time and get myself ready for the big day. Ugh, it was hard for me but then again, it was because life was hard. Life is hard. Well, I guess high school was trying to prepare for life. It wasn’t a prison, it wasn’t a popularity contest, it was a cocoon. It helped mold me into what I am. Life can be very strange sometime. It could throw you curve balls sometimes and you won’t know it until it hits you in the back the head. No matter what happens in life, one will thing will never change…….

 

I am who I am and that’s the way it’ll stay.

Blog #9.

You must do the things you think you cannot do.

This quote has an inspiring message that motivates me to accomplish new things everyday. There is a time in our lives in which we are to set new goals for ourselves and we believe that we are unable to commit to these new goals but in the end, we can accomplish new things. What new goals have you set for yourselves?

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