I'm watching to catch a predator and one of the men said something that struck really true with me. He said, "I would never do that, I would never do it in offline."
How true a statement. Online life allows people to be and do things that they would never do in real life. A sexual experience with a stranger, a random moment of vindictiveness when we tear something apart in the comments section, stalking. The internet gives us many different ways to explore any concept when in the past we were much more limited and if we wanted information that was taboo or embarrassing then we were forced to either remain ignorant or ask someone. Most times things were ignored rather than spoke about so the world remained in a sort of ignorance about things they might be interested in. Enter the computer and the world wide web. Information on any topic was suddenly available, easy and best of all, confidentially.
Now knowledge is a great thing in most cases, but when giving a direct link to a way to feed secret fantasies obsession can't be far behind. Once someone is obsessed they suddenly may find themselves able to do things in "real life" that they never considered.
Honestly, almost everyone you and I know have semi "stalked" someone in traditional terms. Even if it's just an actor or friend. When we google people and research them and learn about their lives online that's a form of stalking. Don't agree with me? That's fine, you don't gotta. However I did say traditional terms, meaning that you took the time and energy to hunt down multiple sources of information on the person. Including but not limited to public records, pictures, and networking sites, granted all is available at the press of a key!
Now teen sex might be a great example. With sexting and other forms of cyber sex going on is it any wonder that they're not only having sex younger and younger, but becoming much more open about the situation? When I was younger (and I'm sure my mother would say the same thing) we didn't talk about sex unless we hadn't had it. Virgins were allowed to talk about sex all the time, bragging about it and such, but those who actually had sex kept silent about it. It was taboo, one didn't brag (probably because it wasn't really brag worthy anyway.) However look at any myspace female profile and you'll probably see something about 1) bi sexuality 2) provocative / under dressed pictures.
Just a thought.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
While writng about how much I love the Earth a centipede crawled on me, I can't stand them and am so freaked out
I'm feeling antsy, like it's time to go. Time to change everything again, just up and go. However, unlike the rest of the times I've gotten this feeling an opportunity hasn't presented itself as of yet. I'm afraid I've missed it, or perhaps I've just wasted too many chances. Not sure.
I'm being hit by a new obssession as well, I must be PMSing. I know it's sexist to say that, even against one's self, but I get it really bad as far as mood swings and I know better than to trust any wild ideas right out of the bag.
I'm considering trying to do something in green energy, perhaps evening moving towards a job in that kind of field. I feel stuck here though because I am going to college here. I don't want to lose the in state tution here by moving. I'd never be able to afford going to school anywhere.
And besides, I though I wanted to be a teacher, this is a new idea totally. Actually I should go on the site and look at the courses, maybe they have something in a green field type of thing... That isn't nearly as secure as teaching. Crap, I like safe and secure, but I also really like to stretch my curiousity. Anywho, I'm looking into things where I can move somewhere and work on a wind farm or something. Is that strange, well of course it is, but any stranger than anything else I've done or thought of?
When I was 17 I needed to get out of my life. I was a high school drop out and I needed a new chance. Within a week of hearing of job corps I moved to Vermont for the year and lived in a dorm. I lost everything I left at home when less than a week after I left, my mother lost the apartment and was evicted.
When I was 20 I moved again, this time to a new state. I did ok, well actually not really ok, but average for the area. Eventually however I got the itch and I left my boyfriend of two years (we never even fought before I decided to leave, at least not about much.) and the beautiful apartment and moved again. Now here I am, stuck. I got a record now, something I didn't think I would ever do. It was really dumb.
But now I'm having trouble finding any kind of job, and a lot of it is my confidence. With a record and knowing they can ask me about that, I just can't seem to be the person who "knows they're the best for this job and you'd be a fool not to hire me!" which is how I usually get jobs.
I mean, honestly, I have ever reason to believe that. As long as we're talking jobs here, not careers. I can step into any resturant or convience store and quickly learn the job. I learn new tasks well and quickly, normally finding ways to shorten the time it takes without lessening effectiveness. I'm a great person to handle customers, I smile a lot and have a good phone voice. I'm cheerful and fairly intelegent. There is no reason in the world that you wouldn't want to hire me, except of cource that I messed up.
Anyway, back to what I was saying. I'm feeling very strange. Very restless, I feel the need to do something, anything. I have no idea what. I've started writing again, thankfully. Maybe I can get something published or something along those lines. I need to find direction, I need a way to point my energies. I'm just not sure what I'm doing. There's an oppurtunity knocking, I can hear it, I just can't find the damn door! I'm afraid I'm missing it, that I'm not going to make it there in time. I have no idea what the hell I mean though, so don't ask me to explain it. The best I can say is that opportunity isn't just luck. You need to be in the right place to find the door, you need the right keys *skills, knowledge, or experience* to unlock the door, and you need the courage and perhaps foolishness to walk blind through the door. It's not an easy business, though normally people only notice it when they get "lucky" enough to open that door. It's not luck, it's just preperation.
So where is the door? Am I PMSing or should I really be looking more into this green stuff? I find myself just worried about the world, about everything to do with it. Perhaps it's my own fear of death (for it tends to visit my family young) that makes me afraid. Come on though, everything is being torn down, corrupted, or genetically altered at this point. The world is going to, at the very least, go through some serious problems and change as a result. Huge amounts of animals (high percentage of mamals like ourselves and ocean life important to surviaval) are going extint. We're causing a horrid effect, and it's like smoking cigs. The world isn't going to stop and pay attention until they have cancer and are dying. Too late to save themselves they'll finally try anyway.
I want to be alive. If acid rain plunders the land and clouds black out the sun and all the life in the first mile of the ocean dies and we're left with mainly reptiles with only a few groups of humans spread out around the world, I want to live. I want to be someone important enough, with enough statis, and skills to live.
If Greg finds this he's laughing at me
I'm being hit by a new obssession as well, I must be PMSing. I know it's sexist to say that, even against one's self, but I get it really bad as far as mood swings and I know better than to trust any wild ideas right out of the bag.
I'm considering trying to do something in green energy, perhaps evening moving towards a job in that kind of field. I feel stuck here though because I am going to college here. I don't want to lose the in state tution here by moving. I'd never be able to afford going to school anywhere.
And besides, I though I wanted to be a teacher, this is a new idea totally. Actually I should go on the site and look at the courses, maybe they have something in a green field type of thing... That isn't nearly as secure as teaching. Crap, I like safe and secure, but I also really like to stretch my curiousity. Anywho, I'm looking into things where I can move somewhere and work on a wind farm or something. Is that strange, well of course it is, but any stranger than anything else I've done or thought of?
When I was 17 I needed to get out of my life. I was a high school drop out and I needed a new chance. Within a week of hearing of job corps I moved to Vermont for the year and lived in a dorm. I lost everything I left at home when less than a week after I left, my mother lost the apartment and was evicted.
When I was 20 I moved again, this time to a new state. I did ok, well actually not really ok, but average for the area. Eventually however I got the itch and I left my boyfriend of two years (we never even fought before I decided to leave, at least not about much.) and the beautiful apartment and moved again. Now here I am, stuck. I got a record now, something I didn't think I would ever do. It was really dumb.
But now I'm having trouble finding any kind of job, and a lot of it is my confidence. With a record and knowing they can ask me about that, I just can't seem to be the person who "knows they're the best for this job and you'd be a fool not to hire me!" which is how I usually get jobs.
I mean, honestly, I have ever reason to believe that. As long as we're talking jobs here, not careers. I can step into any resturant or convience store and quickly learn the job. I learn new tasks well and quickly, normally finding ways to shorten the time it takes without lessening effectiveness. I'm a great person to handle customers, I smile a lot and have a good phone voice. I'm cheerful and fairly intelegent. There is no reason in the world that you wouldn't want to hire me, except of cource that I messed up.
Anyway, back to what I was saying. I'm feeling very strange. Very restless, I feel the need to do something, anything. I have no idea what. I've started writing again, thankfully. Maybe I can get something published or something along those lines. I need to find direction, I need a way to point my energies. I'm just not sure what I'm doing. There's an oppurtunity knocking, I can hear it, I just can't find the damn door! I'm afraid I'm missing it, that I'm not going to make it there in time. I have no idea what the hell I mean though, so don't ask me to explain it. The best I can say is that opportunity isn't just luck. You need to be in the right place to find the door, you need the right keys *skills, knowledge, or experience* to unlock the door, and you need the courage and perhaps foolishness to walk blind through the door. It's not an easy business, though normally people only notice it when they get "lucky" enough to open that door. It's not luck, it's just preperation.
So where is the door? Am I PMSing or should I really be looking more into this green stuff? I find myself just worried about the world, about everything to do with it. Perhaps it's my own fear of death (for it tends to visit my family young) that makes me afraid. Come on though, everything is being torn down, corrupted, or genetically altered at this point. The world is going to, at the very least, go through some serious problems and change as a result. Huge amounts of animals (high percentage of mamals like ourselves and ocean life important to surviaval) are going extint. We're causing a horrid effect, and it's like smoking cigs. The world isn't going to stop and pay attention until they have cancer and are dying. Too late to save themselves they'll finally try anyway.
I want to be alive. If acid rain plunders the land and clouds black out the sun and all the life in the first mile of the ocean dies and we're left with mainly reptiles with only a few groups of humans spread out around the world, I want to live. I want to be someone important enough, with enough statis, and skills to live.
If Greg finds this he's laughing at me
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
oil spill
I know it'll be something about PMS or something, but I can't believe how close this world is to destruction and no one cares. I mean, sure there are a few groups here and there that care, but there are no real hard time movements. Some people don't even think we're in trouble. This latest oil spill is one more hit our oceans can't afford to take. The sea life is essential to our own survival. The fact is that we've been unable to find any other source of water on any other planet, what we have on Earth is corrupting and we have already run into many cases were there just isn't enough to get around. Our normal dumping and polluting of the ocean is bad enough, a painful attack lasting many years, but now we've upped the speed of this destruction.
This isn't the only thing, ask anyone, everyone knows that something is going to happen. Global warming, freaky weather, acid rain, ozone layer. Yet we don't stop. We don't stop.
Why doesn't anyone care?
We're just to content, it's like smoking cigs. There isn't anything you can see right this second, and if there is, it's been there for a while. Nothing seems to change quickly so you get used to the little changes here and there. No one says anything when a tooth turns black, a few wrinkles here and there. Then boom, you've got cancer and it's too late to do anything about it! Well wake up people, the world has cancer, and if we don't do something, anything, it's going to die.
Of course I look at my own life and wonder why I have the right to write this? I drink from plastic bottles, create a ton of waste and generally take advantage of the soft life I have available due to the carbon footprint I'm leaving. And thinking of changing almost seems un worth it because what difference will it make? That's the problem, our hippie grandparents had it right, we can make a difference. Can't we?
This isn't the only thing, ask anyone, everyone knows that something is going to happen. Global warming, freaky weather, acid rain, ozone layer. Yet we don't stop. We don't stop.
Why doesn't anyone care?
We're just to content, it's like smoking cigs. There isn't anything you can see right this second, and if there is, it's been there for a while. Nothing seems to change quickly so you get used to the little changes here and there. No one says anything when a tooth turns black, a few wrinkles here and there. Then boom, you've got cancer and it's too late to do anything about it! Well wake up people, the world has cancer, and if we don't do something, anything, it's going to die.
Of course I look at my own life and wonder why I have the right to write this? I drink from plastic bottles, create a ton of waste and generally take advantage of the soft life I have available due to the carbon footprint I'm leaving. And thinking of changing almost seems un worth it because what difference will it make? That's the problem, our hippie grandparents had it right, we can make a difference. Can't we?
Thursday, June 17, 2010
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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Sunday, June 6, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
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