Friday, October 17, 2008

vote "circumstance" for 11

i hate politics sometimes. even at during school or in after school activities that people participate in, we are bombarded with people telling us what to vote for, what to think. yes or no. black or white. like the "vote yes for 11" thing. its seems like a good thing to vote for. you're pro-life. pro-"new" life. but the thing is, people aren't always told the little details. they don't always read the fine print. if you vote yes for 11 you are voting for the woman to be forced into carrying a still born to full-term, knowing the whole time that her baby is dead. If she were raped by a family member as an adult, she would be forced to have the child... or as a minor she would have to sit through a lengthy trial to prove incest and rape. its just black and white- there is no gray with cause. either you vote yes for the mom to make a choice (whether for the baby to live or not), or you vote yes for the baby to live, no matter the circumstances. either way, you are pro-life. this is something that really started confusing me. up until today i never really gave it much thought, but i wanted to know more after i saw a couple of people on facebook joining a "vote No for 11" club. if you ask me, both make sence. i am pro-life. but there are circumstances. if the pregnacy was your fault then you should have to carry the pregnacy full term. but if there was a complication or a circumstance that would make it... wrong to do so, then you shouldn't have to. even the bible can't argue with that.
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navigating around the school hallways and seeing the people walk by, i look into their faces. i notice their hair color, whether they wear glasses, what color eyes they have, who they walk with... its corny, but i try to look past all of that, too. once and awhile its nice for someone as shy as me to pass another person in the hall, a complete stranger no less, who dares to make eye contact and sends my heart into flutters. i can't help thinking, "that person saw me." but its not really the act of "seeing" itself, its more the act of "searching," that means most to me. i feel lost. i feel disposable; a picture frame that gets a scratch across the glass and is thrown away, just to be replaced. i don't really have a problem with that, i don't feel like i need to be pitied or ... that i need to seek attention. its the replacement that bothers me. i want to offer something that no one else can, i just haven't found that thing yet. this is just the ramblings of a high school no one who likes to watch rather then do. i like to think of myself as rather quiet, yet excitable and fun to be around. but there's always that underlying feeling of unease and awkwardness, that i've only been able to overcome a few times in my life. i don't want to change who i am. i don't want others to pretend to see in me what they don't. i want people to see the bad side of me, and spend the time searching for the good. i look for the best in others, and often times face the flaws in myself. welcome to my public diary...