There was a time when I felt safe around cops. I went through the D.A.R.E program, I was friends with the Student Resource Officers in my middle school, and I loved talking to the officer that patrolled my neighborhood on foot. As I got older, that feeling of safety lessened.
When I was in high school, I saw an SRO punch a kid in the nose.
When I was in college, an officer broke a woman’s car window when she mistakenly went the wrong way during homecoming.
As an adult, story after story of cops maiming and killing Black people and mentally ill people finally fully eroded away the trust I once placed in law enforcement. Now when I see a cop or a cop car, my heartbeat speeds up and my stomach falls to my feet.
Continue reading “Day 51: Cops and Safety”
So, I was cleaning my room last night and stumbled upon an old notebook of mine. There were some poems in it (I loved poetry as a teenager), and upon further inspection a couple of pages torn from a notebook. On one of these pages was a poem that I (apparently) wrote almost exactly 13 years ago. I read it and I laughed. Hard. I figured, why not share the hilarity with the world. I feel like we all could use a good laugh and if it comes at the expense of my 14-year-old self, so be it. On that note, I present to you Music.
Continue reading “Day 50: A Very Embarrassing Poem”
Today started off good and just went downhill. Maybe it was the weather, maybe it just wasn’t meant to be a good day. Either way I’m left with little energy to write.
So tonight is a short update of sorts. Tomorrow, I think I’ll show off a very old (and very embarrassing) old poem of mine.
Here’s something I find interesting.
When white people get their feelings hurt by a PoC, they always say that’s racism.
However, when PoC say that we’re hurt, offended, triggered, or insulted by some blatantly racist thing they have done (e.g., backface, racist “jokes,” cultural appropriation, the use of racial slurs, dismissal of our feelings/experiences, etc), that’s never racism to them.
That’s just an “opinion” and we’re the ones being racist for being offended by their actions and calling them on it.
They give excuse after excuse about why what they did isn’t racist and how we’re “oppressing ourselves.”
I’ll never truly understand how those people’s minds work.
This will be another short post, but I just had to talk about a game I recently revisited, Kingdoms of Amalur: Reckoning. It’s what I guess you’d call an action RPG; I’m not hip to all of the gaming category names. Anyway, it’s a really solid game. The gameplay, while admittedly on the easy side, is really fun. There’s nothing like throwing around elemental chackrams and decimating hoards of enemies. The quests are fun and pretty damn interesting at times, and the scenery is colorful and absolutely beautiful.
The game suffers from most of the usual fantasy game tropes, one example being one of the main characters having bikini armor to the extreme. That said, the game had so much potential. The sad part is, it’ll probably never get a sequel due to (I believe) the publisher shutting down. I really wish someone else would pick it up and make one (BioWare pls), but I doubt it’ll ever happen. All I can do is play the original and wistfully think of what could’ve been.
Today’s post is super late and will probably only be a few sentences. I’m just too tired to do more. Two days of anxiety attacks and a week of my body simply hurting has drained me. Such is the life of a person with mental illness. Some days you just barely get by. This is one of those days for me.
I’m having a not-so-good day today, so the post will be short. This is a question that’s been floating around in my brain for a while now. Why are people so afraid of the phrase “I don’t know”? This is especially true of people with extensive levels of higher education. Many of them refuse to admit they don’t know something. They go to great lengths speaking on topics they know nothing about, pretending to be an expert. I don’t get it. Sometimes you don’t know things. There’s no shame in that. Just admit you don’t know and ask somebody or something (Google).