I love how people think they have the right to disrespect the dead and the families of the dead. Today I woke up not expecting to have to deal with anything but going to the Gold Coast with my parents, yet I look on Facebook and I see that there has been a crash at the Reno Air Races. It’s shocking. The Northern Nevada community has gone through a lot in the past month, there’s what happened today then a few weeks ago there was a shooting at a Carson City IHOP where five innocent people were killed.

I posted about five minutes after talking to my former neighbour and asked for everyone to pray for the families and victims of the tragedy. I got nothing but support, but soon enough one person was rude enough to make disparaging comments about those who died in the accident, just because their family had the chance to run away at the time. That doesn’t make the loss of the people who didn’t have the chance to run away any less important. You can’t go any say that the loss of anyone isn’t tragic, because despite not being important to you they are someone’s grandparent, parent, child or grandchild, making them important to someone.

If you ever feel like you have the right to stomp on the dignity of people who have just died in a tragic accident like the one that happened today, then re-assess the situation and put yourself in the shoes of others. Try to see it from the point of view that the people who just lost someone dear to them are seeing it from.

The people of the world today truly disgust me. What have we as people come to?

I love this song, just heard it, and for some odd reason it fit my mood perfectly…

This is a good song. Bit long, but overall pretty decent. Found out I tend to speed if I’m listening to it while driving.

Sure, I’m not a person who can claim “not guilty” on the charge of saying that I dislike school every now and again, who isn’t guilty of saying that? However, I know that in the long run, the time that I’ve been in school is really for the benefit of my future and to that of the next generation. In other words, the application of us studying what we are now will directly influence the lives of our children.

An investment in knowledge always pays the best interest.

-          Benjamin Franklin

If you plan on ruining the lives of our children, the people we are supposed to value even more than the world itself, then keep on doing what you’re all doing. Ruin the earth with poisons; destroy the world by caring more about money and taxes than the mess we are leaving for our children to pick up the pieces. After World War Two, the youth of the world rebelled, they didn’t want to pick up the mess of the people before them. They didn’t want to live in constant fear that the world would go to Hell in a hand basket at the drop of a hat, with nuclear bombs dropping out of the sky. Who are these people today? Our parents and grandparents, that’s who, we are getting to the stage that we have had more wars in the last decade of our lives than the generation before us would even dream about, as of August 11^th, 2011, there are multiple wars ongoing in 54 separate countries across the world. We are leaving this mess to be picked up by our kids. How fair is that?

I have nothing against the men and women that serve in the militaries of the world that defend the people and the way of life in the countries. I know a lot of people that are in the war zones right now, I wish them all the luck in the world; however, I would like the people behind all of this unceasing violence to look at what they have done. How much money they have spent, and what the general public thinks of ALL of the details not just what they see in the papers or on the news. What are we fighting for? Seriously, what are we sending our friends, parents, brothers and sisters out there for? Halliburton’s rights to tap into the oil reserves of the world? If so, that is the single most pathetic reason in the world, and we should be ashamed of ourselves for letting it come to this.

Here in Australia, we have an idiot show boater for an opposition leader. He decides that he’s “Pro-Farmer’s Rights” one day, then he goes and bans a bill requiring oil and gas companies to get permission before drilling on a farmer’s land. He opposes a Carbon Tax, yet before he was opposition leader he was all for it. He can’t get his head on straight because he’s trying to twist the public opinion of him and his policies, which in the long run is just making him and the Liberal party seem like idiots.

The issues in America are pretty severe. All you Republicans out there, don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re wrong about Obama. He got saddled with all the problems that George and Dick left behind, so don’t blame him for the GFC. Who started the war in Iraq? George W. Bush, that’s who. Mission Accomplished my ass. The reason that the States has so much debt is your refusal to raise taxes! Australia is currently in a good economic state because we have a 48% tax on income. Sure it’s high but out minimum wage is way higher than it is there. You don’t like Obamacare, well look how the Medicare system over here works! Australia’s government is for the people, you might say that the US is the same but it’s not. Politicians are too interested in getting richer and having a nice campaign fund from the insurance companies.

“A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool”

-          William Shakespeare

I don’t want to have my children pick up the pieces only to have them shatter in their hands.

You don’t like what I’ve said? Well suck it up. It’s my opinion, not yours, so deal with it.

“Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it.”

Jacques Prévert, French Poet and Screenwriter

Agreeing to Disagree. Sounds good. Sometimes neither side ends up “winning”. Sometimes things just don’t work out. Sometimes its for the better if the dice land where they fall, and no one tries to throw again. You win some and you lose some, it all just matters how you play the game. Whoever said it mattered who came out on top? God knows they’re wrong. God is the only judge worth listening to in the long run. It’s better to put your conflicts to the side before you end up doing something you’ll regret. Peace. Some concept, huh?

“Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal” - Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

So continuing on from last time, I’ve settled for the fact that a lot of people don’t like me, but I still don’t understand how some people can just be out-rightly rude to one another. Sarcasm is okay, I have nothing against it mainly because I use it so often, but being downright rude to someone is just unacceptable. I understand that I can be a bit over bearing at times and that sometimes I can occasionally come across as selfish, but being told that I am a “bad person” by someone who hasn’t taken the time to get to know me is really quite hurtful.

In the last couple months I have felt like the world that I have known has come crashing down around me. I started out the year alone, I found a couple friends in the largest Year 12 cohort that I have ever been involved in, and then these “friends” turned their backs to me. Why? One person called me “insensitive” and “self-centred”.  Ask the few true friends I have, I’m definitely guilty of being the latter, but I have never in my life been called the former.

I’m a firm believer in the phrase “Karma’s a bitch”. Sure, not all of my actions in the seventeen years that I’ve been alive have been saintly by any means, but at least I’m not an asshole to everyone that doesn’t share my opinions or beliefs. Funnily enough, not everything in the world is going to go the way you want it to, not everyone will share the opinions and beliefs that you have, so get used to it. I love it how people think they can go and take the “high and mighty” approach to dealing with an opinion that they don’t agree with, as if they’ve never said anything wrong in their whole entire life. So, if you want to go and call me self-centred then you’ve got another thing coming, because you’re probably just as guilty of doing the same thing. Who gave you the right to judge anyone but yourself anyways?

“Do not speak evil against one another, brothers. The one who speaks against a brother or judges his brother, speaks evil against the law and judges the law. But if you judge the law, you are not a doer of the law but a judge. There is only one lawgiver and judge, he who is able to save and to destroy. But who are you to judge your neighbor?”

James 4:11-12

Through the course of my life I have struggled with depression (great way to start out, eh?). In the last 9 months it’s been even harder to deal with than ever, originally I thought that the move was for the better, that I was getting away from the people who had made my life hell for the last few years. I don’t think that my moving was a bad thing at all, after all I needed to get away from Reno for awhile, but I found myself in a city of over two million residents and I felt more alone than I had ever felt in my life.

I found that I was shielding my feelings from my family, because I was trying to be stonger for my mom. She was not coping with the move all that well, after living so close to your whole family for so long then suddenly being wrenched from that is not easy. Sure, I wasn’t coping with that very well either after all my great-grandfather had died eighteen days before we left, I had just left all of my extended family as well, and I had friends who I knew I was probably unable to see more than once a year. However, I had to be strong for mom, she had been so stressed about the move that I didn’t want to be another thing for her to stress out about, so I hid my true feelings under my trademarked “Grin-and-Bear-It” face.

When it came around to Christmas time, that’s when I perked up a bit. All the time I spent with my cousins, my aunt and my uncle made me think that I did have someone to lean on all the way on this side of the world. Come January, the floods had hit and soon enough it was time to start at my new school. I was as scared as hell, to say the least. It’s the last year in high school, a time when you should be reflecting on the past three years with close friends, those who’ve had your back through thick and thin since day one. I’ve never had that experience, the friend you’ve known since kindergarten, who you’ve grown up with. I guess the situation I’m in comes with the “Only Child, Mining Parent” territory, if you will. I’ve been to seven schools in my life: two in Melbourne, three in Reno, and two here in Brisbane. It was hard to deal with the fact that wherever I went I never really had a full on “Best Friend”. Truth be told, I’ve never honestly been all that good at making friends, let alone keeping them. It’s sometimes seemed as if God, for whatever reason, decided to make me the person who ends up at the end of his life with no one.

To be continued…

I don’t understand what ever happened to people being NICE to one another, sure it’s understandable that you can have a conflict between personalities. However, I’ve never done anything to be out rightly mean to anyone in particular, and I don’t think I have done anything to anyone to deserve to be treated as badly as I have been by some people within the past four years of my high school career. It’s said that the four years you’re in high school can either be the four best or four worst years of your life. So far I’ve had pretty mixed results. An outstanding moment of my life was Prom Night last year. That was one of the best nights of my life, I didn’t have one single altercation that night, even with a couple of people who had never been nice to me in the entirety of my time at Manogue. I look around and I think, “Who’s really my friend here?”

I know I have very few people who I can honestly count on to be there when I need someone. I’d like that to change, I think people that haven’t even given me a chance need to know that I’m a nice person, who is incredibly loyal, and that I know that I’m hard to deal with sometimes. You should really give me a chance to prove that I’ll be there for you, whenever you need a good friend.

Here’s to a great artist, who was taken from this world too soon.