Simple Post Saturday XI

“The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place. It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me or nobody is going to hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard you’re hit, it is about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much can you take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!”-from Rocky Balboa


Its amazing how things can take an ugly turn when taken out of context. Or, rather, placed into ill-fitting context.

I received some news today from my mother that upset me greatly. Won’t get into details here, but the short-and-sweet of it is basically that the news wouldn’t have upset me as much if she hadn’t placed it into another context.

What do I mean by this? She took some already life-changing news and shifted it into a context that turned the news into a malicious monster I would have never expected.

I understand that stories change when passed from mouth to mouth; that is how literature came to be. But why change something so sensitive, something that should be delivered in its pure raw form?

I know all of this is very confusing. When I’m upset I confuse myself sometimes. Thanks for letting me vent.


I was perusing Tumblr this evening and came across some horrifying news. Christy Mack (a well known porn star) was beaten nearly to death by her ex-boyfriend, a professional MMA fighter (nicknamed “War Machine” no less). According to her account, he arrived at her home while she was with a male friend, proceeded to beat said friend, and then went on to humiliating and violating her in more ways than I care to go into detail right now. According to him, he arrived to surprise her with a marriage proposal, but was then attacked by both her and her friend and had to “fight for his life.”

I’m sure the pictures of Mack in the hospital are available everywhere online. You decide who is telling the truth.

Regardless of that, I am sickened by the amount of women who have to suffer in abusive relationships, and the amount of men who seem to feel they are entitled to this behavior with their significsnt others. Physicially, mentally, emotionally, these woman feel they are forced to endure such treatment for a smorgasbord of reasons: “I love him”, “I can change him”, “he wasn’t like this”, “if not him then who”, etc. And the sad part is, in my experience, they seem to not be willing to accept their situation, nor help from outside.

Do not misunderstand me; I am not trying to generalize this horrible truth nor am I implying I know about everyone’s situation. It just hurts me to see women of all ages putting up with these poor excuses of men.

Too many woman being beaten within an inch of their lives.

Too many women with self-esteems shattered at the hands of losers who don’t know how to rise in life so don’t want their significant other rising either.

Too many women not knowing their self-worth.

Too many women too afraid to leave.

Too many women in pain.

Too many women accepting unhappiness.


I was having an insightful conversation with my girlfriend today, on the subject of God and religion.

Personally, I believe in God, but not in religion. Guess that makes me a theist.

Don’t get me wrong though; I respect both religious people, and athiests too. We as sentient beings are all entitled to our faith and beliefs.

What we were discussing was how religion (or lack thereof) can cause humans to become obsessed.

My point was the following: obsession, in all its forms (not just in terms of religion), is unhealthy, unnatural, and dangerous.

Think about it. When someone is obsessed, not only does it dominate their lives, but in an exhibition of some strange “prey-making-its-last-stand” behavior, they try to force their obsession on other people. As if they are being attacked. Its unhealthy in terms of human relationships.

We were discussing a couple we knew who were undergoing a similar situation. The man was trying to force his religious beliefs on the woman, making it seem like her sexual desires and need for physicality with him were wrong.

When does religion and a love for God go from faith to obession? Who draws the line? Who is even qualified to do so?

My girlfriend isn’t a writer, but during the conversation she shared some words that really struck me as a truth I didn’t know I believed:

“God survives without religion, but religion dies unless enough ignorance is there to save it.”

Words to think about.

And as I said before, I believe in God and I love my God. I just can’t conceive of a God who is separate from science and reason. A God who is closed-minded, with no concept of grey area.

No, I believe in a god who understands the weaknesses and faults of his creations.