This guy hung up on me- and deleted me from his myspace ooooooh - last night because:
1. I have been known to vote for 3rd party candidates (I like to look at the issues and pick the best person (or least of the worst in WI politics), forgive me.
2. I believe that I will be in a relationship one day where the other person firmly believes we are equals. I do not think I am better than anyone else. All people can learn from each other, but gosh darn it - you will not act as my superior, "Not gonna happen."
3. We got in a disagreement over somethIng I knew I was correct about (he challenged me on something that was much closer to me than him) - and I was right...
This was about Jade Ventura, Jesse's (the 3rd party candidate that won MN Governor and was also the next-door neighbor to my aunt and uncle when I was a kid) daughter. He suggested that in 1995 she attended some college, which I knew not to be the case because 1. I was still in high school and Jade is much younger than I. 2. Jade had a disability I remember clearly growing up that I would think would not allow her to attend a college so far away from her partents. -- The part that angered me wasn't that I was right and he was wrong, but that when I went to look the info up I found the Jade story site. Check it out - http://www.jadefoundat..on.org/jstory.htm. The story moved me. I was so proud of her for accomplishing everything she did with her horses. This guy kept yelling at me telling me that he, "Didn't give a !$& about Jesse Ventura, let alone his daughter." I couldn't believe it. I was only trying to tell him a story about a beautiful (I remember she was very pretty) little girl that accomplished more than she, or anyone around her, could hope for. He didn't care. Instead he got MAD. WHAT? Seriously, who raises their children to be so cold? And this man works for the DEMOCRATiC PARTY of WiSCONSiN! Great. if this is representat.ive of our nation's (aspiring) leaders - no wonder we're going to Hell in a Handbasket (or more like in a time morphing rocket).
What is SO horrible about caring about other people? Why is it such a negative? Again - who are these people?
Seriously, if you aren't going to like me because I say hello to strangers (and mean it); will help an old person carry their bags (what ever happened to "respect your elders"?); will stop to see if a drunk bum is okay because he just wiped out on his bike; and be there for a friend whose car broke down -- then I will try not to be sad to lose your "friendship." I have done all of those mentioned things in the past week. And I don't want anything in return (except maybe a wink from God on my way into Heaven), but I sure as heck never expected to get chastised for it. Religious or not, you should be nice to all your fellow-beings (animals included - but that w..ll be my next blog - Stupid Michael Vick).
Don't get me wrong I am no martyr, but compared to the people I find myself around daily, I sure as heck sometimes feel as if I am. People here are SO COLD. I think I would die for a stranger. I don't have kids. People would be sad if I died, but there is no one depending on me to live. Going to God is not such a bad thought. I don't want to die, but if it came down to it, I'm not scared and would choose to save the life of a mother or child in front of my own...
I get sad because someone else is sad. I want to help especially those who can't help themselves. Why is this bad? Sorry I'm ultra repetitive tonight - but I don't get it!
To those of you who think I'm crazy - Let me be. Let me help others in my weird little ways. if it makes me feel better about calling the cops on my prostitute buying neighbor, to bust the crack dealers across the street, or to talk to an old drunk homeless lady because she has beautiful lost eyes and looks lonely - why does it bother you!? Why?