ACT 2

All the world's a stage And all the men and women merely players. -William Shakespeare

the player

name: FreeSpirit
age: 21
status: in love and loved
location: anywhere

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Monday, July 06, 2009

I found your pictures and your note. It kinda sucks because now I'm not really sure what to say. Everything's kind of a downer now...nothing seems quite as genuine and pure anymore.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Dear Blog,

I would like to think that I am a good daughter. I (usually) do what I'm told, I respect and love my parents very much and I feel a big part of my responsibility is to make them happy. However, I don't think I'm doing a very good job.

I guess my parents have never been one for intimacy. Growing up in a household where arguments and raised voices were a consistent issue, I never felt much love in my family. Yelling, or "verbal abuse" is a huge issue in my home. Everyone yells. My mom yells for no good reason. My dad belittles everyone he comes into contact with. And I...well, I hope I can stop yelling. It's hard though, when all I hear around me is "You abuse your parents. If your boyfriend can see you now, do you think you'd have a one year anniversary?" "I really hope your family treats you the same way you treat us because then you could REALLY see what you're like." "Well you save your worst for us anyway and we don't think it's fair that we put up with this shit."

Am I really so bad? When did I become THE Parent Abuser? For heaven's sake. It's like we go through spurts of great times when everyone gets along and then we all fall down with a CRASH!BANG!BOOM! Whether my parents double team me or they turn on each other, whatever. Something ALWAYS goes wrong.

Either way, I won't try to play the victim here. I can't. Why should I? If "yelling" is "parent abusing" then I'll make a more valiant effort to stop yelling. Maybe that would solve all my problems.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

A- BABY! Holy shit. I'm so ecstatic right now. Academically, I am IN THE CLEAR. Hence, I will be graduating in June.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Dear Blog,

Today, J left on a cruise for Christmas to the Caribbean. Is it incredibly sappy and cliche to say that I miss him already? Because I do. I tried this morning to forget about it and to just go through this week as headstrong as I possibly could. But I couldn't help it. When lunch time rolled around and I knew he was on a plane leaving the continent, I wanted to ball up and cry. Which is what I did later on under the guise of feeling stupid for throwing a childish relic in the wastebin. I keep telling myself that it's only for a week and I'll have Christmas to keep me busy. But it's hard to seek consolation from this when I remember that I will not be spending Christmas with him.

I had a dream last night that I drove back to his house to give him something he forgot that he needed for the trip. When I got there, his house was packed full of his family and relatives bustling about. He offered me something to eat but I accidentally dropped some on the floor and his relatives freaked on me. They were shaking their heads and looking at me with complete disapproval. Ashamed, I put my coat back on and as I headed for the door, he asked me if I was leaving.

Yes.

"Leaving forever?"

Yes, forever.

I walked out of the house and he followed me to my car, begging me and asking me why I was angry. For some reason, my parents were waiting for me in the car and when they saw my distressed state, my dad started pressing for answers as well. Overwhelmed, crying and upset, I told him "wait just a minute!"

I guess I yelled it louder than I should have. Because J stepped back and suddenly went dark. He told me angrily that I was a different person than he thought and walked back towards his house. Panicking, I followed, begging him to take me back. But he shut the door in my face.

I guess scary dreams are scary dreams. This was definitely one of them.

I miss him alot...I want him to come back soon.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The beauty of not sleeping is the amount of extra time I gain. On the flip side, the horrors of not sleeping...?

You should see my face. Frickin Dawn of the Dead.

I think I've lost a ton of weight since my stressful September. And I guess for my current physical condition, losing weight is not exactly the healthiest.

I heard a song called "Today" by Joshua Radin. It's so cute.

Monday, November 24, 2008

What's in a blog?

A diary of sort...a journal for attention...true feelings?

I wonder if it's healthy to dwell on blogs.

Anyway, I love this blog.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

I used to despise Mormons and Jehovah's Witnesses of the like for coming to my door and harassing me to "recieve" the word of Christ so I can go to heaven. I am Christian thank you very much. I went to an all encompassing Christian school run by church members and teachers who wouldn't let me watch Mulan because Mushu was a red dragon. It's not so much the showing up at my door and condemning me to death aspect of religion that I despise; it's the holier-than-thou attitude that drives me up the wall.

Because the way I see it, we're all hypocrites anyway.

When I went to school, there was always a handful of students who always had a spiritual euphoric vision that they had to share with the school. They were the same students who had the experience of speaking in tongues (when I entered the school and asked what it was, a girl in my class looked at me in disdain and said in a snobby tone, "It's the language of God. YOU can't fake it."). These students were loved by co-peers and teachers alike who praised them for being "pure of heart" and "sweet sweet souls". I kid you not. Those are direct quotes.

I had the pleasure of finding these peers of mine on Facebook a little while ago and what do you know? The real world has trapped us all. Gone are the knee length kilts and devotional Bibles tucked under our preppy arms, replaced by booze and provocative lifestyles.

Now I have, by no means, travelled in the spiritually adept direction. I haven't since high school. No, scratch that. I NEVER did. I tried hard and joined the praise teams, devotional teams...even dutifully going to chapel every Wednesday when I could have hidden in the restroom or bailed to the mall. Instead, I tried to become like those "special" ones who captured the attention of God and Jesus...such and such.

Hypothetical question: If I were to marry my non-Christian boyfriend (who, in my opinion, possesses far more Christian-like traits than anyone I know) and I wanted to invite some of my church's pastoral, would they come? My dad said no. As an employee for over 30 years at a church, I'd believe it. A friend of mine from church married a very nice non-Christian boy and she headlined church gossip for a month.

Why not though? I don't understand why we, as Christians, would look down upon people who do not believe in the same God or the same trinity. I believe in God who created the heavens and the earth. As a human being, I have a right to behave however I want to. Whether or not it destroys my life is just a consequence of my actions. As a human being, I have chosen to live my life morally and sanely. Now, I guess the rest is up to freedom of faith.