The Election, Obviously

I am neither bold nor brave. I rarely voice my political opinion, as when I was younger I was quickly shut down by my family. I posted a few things on Facebook when the campaign was still new, but quickly removed them as stupid fights would often break out over something I had posted.

I am neither bold enough nor brave enough to talk to my family or friends about my political views. Politics has never been civil, and those that state otherwise need to go take another history class. We will not all agree on how the country should be run.

I have been on and off Facebook today, and all I can do is shake my head.

Not because Trump won, but because of the way grown adults are acting.

Threatening to move to another country because your preferred candidate did not win is like telling your parent you are going to ignore them because they refused to buy you ice cream. Your parent is America and you are the bratty kid throwing a fit because you are not getting what you want. Do you really think America cares if you leave? Chances are, America does not. As a matter of fact, America would be happy for you to leave so when Trump runs for re-election, that will be less votes against him.

No. I would not have voted for Trump. I would have voted for Clinton because I agree with more of her policies than I agree with Trump policies. (Unfortunately between classes, projects, and work I was unable to vote this year.) I did not choose Hilary because she would have been the “first woman president”.

You see how I worded that? That is how an informed, grown person makes a decision on who they would have or would not have voted for.

I also do not agree with the way Trump displayed himself in front of the media. People call it “telling it the way it is” or “speaking his mind”. I call it being rude, loud, and obnoxious. I understand if he disagrees with the way certain things are being run. What I do not understand is why he has to be so violent in his speeches.

There are many other things I do not agree with when it comes to Trump, but those can be saved for a later post. What is important is to understand that Donald Trump is now the President of the United States of America.

You can be disappointed all you want, but isn’t that a part of life? Isn’t that what adults have been teaching us for years? That disappointment is going to come and we just have to get over it and move on? Well, no one is going to remove Trump from the presidency just because half of the population is disappointed.

One of the posts I have seen floating around Facebook something along the lines of “Trump did not win. Racism won. Sexism won. Hate won. Lack of education won.” There are a few variations on this post, but all suggesting that the ideals that Trump stands for are new or have become more prevalent.

These ideals have always been there. As someone who has grown up in the South, I can assure you they have always been there, and most likely will always be there. It is up to the people, not the president, to change the way other races, sexes, sexuality, religions, and foreigner are looked at.

I understand that the president is looked to lead the people and viewed as an example. Will the fight be harder? Probably. But if there is anything I have learned as an American, it’s that we will always fight for what we believe in.




The Flaw Line

I’ve been thinking a lot about people and their imperfections. Instead of a cautious tell this time, I am asking a question.

At what point do we draw the Flaw Line?

Everyone has a Flaw Line, it’s that line where someone’s flaws just become too much and you can’t handle them anymore. Where does that line get drawn? Are we supposed to accept people and all of their flaws, physical and emotional?

I know we all have different lines at varying degrees. Some people can handle a lot of flaws (they like the fixer-uppers), and there are those that have to have perfection in the form of a person (they want a finished product and in my experience are often the dreaded serial dater). With Coyote I have drawn my line.

Here are is the list of flaws with Coyote, can you guess where I drew the line?:He occasionally smokes (when he is with me he vapes which is fine)

  1. He smokes (he vapes around me which is fine).
  2. He occasionally dips (so far he has only done this once in front of me).
  3. PTSD from serving over seas.
  4. He is a very bad communicator.

Can you guess my line?

Number four is where I draw the line. I need some type of communication beyond the physical. When we are together, BOOM, BANG, WHIZ Z!! Fireworks!! When we are apart, it’s radio silence until the day of our next meeting. We hold little to no conversations during the week and when we do they are brief because he has just gotten off from work and is about to fall asleep. I know he is busy, but is it too much to ask to send me as “thinking of you snap” or “miss you Facebook message”?

I understand that no one is perfect. No relationship is easy due to people’s imperfections. He has communication problems, I have anxiety and trust issues,  my ex-turned friend (I really need to give him a name) has commitment issues. I get it, we all have problems that make a relationship hard work. But I think we need to be allowed a little wiggle room. If we try to ignore the problem or apply Elmer’s Glue, it’s going to fall apart all over again.

This weekend, during date number six, I will have a talk with Mr.Coyote the Imperfect. I am hoping we can find a glue stronger the Elmer’s to hold this new relationship together.

If not.I have a summer to work, volunteer, and get my young adult life ready for my senior year of college.

-Girl Y


Generation Y

In Response To: Generation

I know I am still the new kid on the block, my writing technique still needs work, and not many people will read this post. But I thought since today’s One Word Prompt from the Community Pool was Generation, I would shed a little light on why I chose to title my blog Welcome to Gen Y and why I sign off every biographical post Girl Y.

You see, my 21st birthday is this Friday (yes, Friday the 13th, please spare me the sympathetic grimaces). Someone once told me that a generation ends every twenty-one years. I do not know if this is true, but I started thinking about my “generation”.

The Millennial Generation or Generation Y  are the people that were born between the years 1980 and 2000 (according to Google. If this is wrong, please feel free to correct me). Due to the rapid progression of technology and our inappropriate usage of said technology, our generation has gotten a bad reputation.

Some of the things I have heard about our generation are:

“They are lazy and do not know how to work for anything.”

“They do no know what discipline is.”

“They are rude, selfish, and narcissistic.”

“Do they even know what a book looks like?”

The list goes on. What people seem to forget is that we did have a life, albeit a short life, without the modern day technology. We grew up with the computers that screamed at us when we connected to the internet, we remember the time of landlines and when cell phones were only for the 1% of the people that could afford them.

What does this say about Generation Y? I think it says we are adaptable, some of us better than others. Some people from the generation caught on really fast. They kept up with the latest texting language, they learned to to quickly evolve their selfie game before selfie was even actual word.

While some youngsters thrived under the demands of this new technology, others only just kind of slid by, barely reaching the minimum requirements of the demands, while others, out of fear, or hate, or pure indifference never really caught up with the technology.

It is also be worthy to note that as children many of us played with baby dolls and toy trucks. We had to use our imagination. Sticks turned into combat weapons and our toy guns actually shot lava at our enemies!! We didn’t have touch screens or  phones to play mini-games on. Later on in life, if we were lucky, we played pinball on one of those “dinosaur “computers.

So before you judge a young person for using their cell phone, or posting a selfie, just remember, we grew up learning about this new technology just like many of the older generation. And just like some older people, some of us adjusted  better than others with what we were given.

I chose to title my blog Welcome to Gen Y because I am proud of when and how I grew up. I want to show the world that not all Millennials are shallow and self absorbed. Some of us are small town girls just trying to live a life.

-Girl Y

Day 1 1/2

Well seven hells!! Look at that!! Two likes and a follower and I haven’t even hit my 24 hour mark yet!! I promise I will not let this new found fame inflate my already slightly-larger- than-average head.

So what should I talk about today? Should it be the story of how I once stated a 30 year old man when I was seventeen? How about the time I was sexually assaulted my freshman year of college. No! I’ve got it! This post will be about my most recent ex and the life we almost had together!! Ew. No. Why would you want to read that?

To be honest, I have started on this post three…no wait… four times now and I feel as if I have nothing to say. Last night I flew into a fit of rage writing. Passion was coursing through my fingers as I typed, and now only a mild urge lingers. I want to write, but nothing I type seems interesting. I can feel myself falling asleep before I reach the end.

So, for my second post I will be basic and say Happy Mother’s Day to the wonderful moms out there.

Maybe tomorrow I will post a short story…. about a mom? Maybe a cat….hm…

-Girl Y