My name is Marissa Galin, and I'm somewhat of a realist. I look for logic rather than theories, though I happen to concoct some pretty bizarre theories when I get to thinking. Most of the time, that’s a bad thing.
This quote derives from the song "Warning" by Incubus. Everyday, we warn ourselves or are warned by others of the dangers around us, of the dangers we sometimes surround ourselves with. Although we are forewarned, most of the time; we ignore the signs of destruction. I admit, I tend to go looking for trouble. I like the adrenaline rush when I'm on the edge; let’s say I'm flawed in that sense, but I know when to quit while I'm in over my head. (Most of the time.) But when we are warned time and time again, and something inevitably bad happens, isn’t it only logical that we’d retaliate? Let’s take global warming as a common factor of this issue; scientists are discovering numerous causes to global warming that come from our everyday routines (which are often unnecessary) and will eventually melt the polar ice caps and flood the world and all of its contents. This is only one threatening dilemma that Mother Nature is using to get us to open our eyes; to make us realize we’re taking advantage of this gorgeous planet; that we’re destroying it bit by bit. And no one seems to give the least bit of care. The human race is a disgrace. (No pun or rhyme intended, though it was pretty funny non-the-less.) Think about it, what’s the use of having children if we’re just destroying the ground upon which they and their children and their children’s children plan to live on. One day, this whole glob of molecular mass we call “Earth” being supported in the solar system by gravitational pull will disintegrate into nothing. Matter will no longer exist; the pull will throw off the whole balance of the solar system and quite possibly the universe and could quite possibly through off the balance of the place every hopeful person thinks their souls are going after death.
[[ I’d like to state that as of this moment it is 2:43 AM and I am having trouble sleeping so I thought I’d get up and pass time by going on myspace. How sad is that? ]]
So how about, instead of living in the past, wallowing in our self-pity and grief, talking about what really should have happened; why not just go make it happen. Potential is everywhere. I see it in people I know who I don’t think will ever come around to using it. They’re living as if they don’t give a care about anything; Misfits, Rebels, Retards, whatever they call themselves. They’re only hurting themselves in the end. Right? Well, when it all boils down to it, they’re hurting everyone plus themselves. Every person can make a difference, if they tried. Now I’m not saying that I’m holding the weight of the world upon my shoulders and I’m doing everything I can to help make the world “a better place.” I’m not. I admit it. I do little things to help. I don’t publicize my accomplishments but I take pride in knowing I helped make a difference.
So this is my angry rant against humanity. It probably doesn’t make any sense to you people, but it does to me, or at least as much sense as it could make at 3 o’clock in the morning.
And I’d just like to say that I finished the latest of the Stephanie Plum novels and I’m very depressed and desperately need a life. And I’m tired. And I have horrible insomnia. And the fact that I’ve stayed up until 4 AM everyday for the past few days probably doesn’t help any.
[[ I’d like to state that as of this moment it is 2:43 AM and I am having trouble sleeping so I thought I’d get up and pass time by going on myspace. How sad is that? ]]
So how about, instead of living in the past, wallowing in our self-pity and grief, talking about what really should have happened; why not just go make it happen. Potential is everywhere. I see it in people I know who I don’t think will ever come around to using it. They’re living as if they don’t give a care about anything; Misfits, Rebels, Retards, whatever they call themselves. They’re only hurting themselves in the end. Right? Well, when it all boils down to it, they’re hurting everyone plus themselves. Every person can make a difference, if they tried. Now I’m not saying that I’m holding the weight of the world upon my shoulders and I’m doing everything I can to help make the world “a better place.” I’m not. I admit it. I do little things to help. I don’t publicize my accomplishments but I take pride in knowing I helped make a difference.
So this is my angry rant against humanity. It probably doesn’t make any sense to you people, but it does to me, or at least as much sense as it could make at 3 o’clock in the morning.
And I’d just like to say that I finished the latest of the Stephanie Plum novels and I’m very depressed and desperately need a life. And I’m tired. And I have horrible insomnia. And the fact that I’ve stayed up until 4 AM everyday for the past few days probably doesn’t help any.
So those of you to whom I sent this to; you are not included in this rant. But you are, however, the poor bastards who happened to be the ones I sent this rant to; and are probably even reading it too. I appreciate that. So If you actually took time to read this, you can come on over to my house tomorrow and have some cookies that Jesus and I (Buddah) just baked today.
Feel free to call me. I’ll probably be up. If I don’t answer, leave a message. Or text message me. Or…send a flare….or the NAVY…or Ranger….&Morelli….then I’d probably never answer my phone…again….
Feel free to call me. I’ll probably be up. If I don’t answer, leave a message. Or text message me. Or…send a flare….or the NAVY…or Ranger….&Morelli….then I’d probably never answer my phone…again….
-Marissa Galin
January 3rd, 2007
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