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I was in some forum and I just had the craziest itch. I posted to a person’s thread about religion and all that and I write this.

The. Bible. Is. Flawed.

Reason number one:
Written by humans.
No one, absolutely no one, can successfully argue that humanity isn’t flawed.

Humans can be evil, if they so choose. Their decision to choose evil may not seem evil to them. Perfect example, Prop 8.

So, what is to stop them from adding or rewriting the Bible. Perfectly possible. Besides God of course, who still hasn’t struck me down from cursing his name over 1000 times, that “Don’t Test God,” shit won’t work as a comeback, I’d only tell you God was a liar then, ’cause He said he would strike me with lightning…

I will update my post later, seeing as it is difficult to get the origins of the Bible that isn’t recorded in the Bible, meaning who it has been passed to and through over the years and what has happened to it.

But, try and disprove the speculation that somewhere along the time line, humans might have gotten a little cocky and added to the Bible, changed it, rewrote it, or,  perhaps, try and disprove the speculation that maybe Humans weren’t as perfect as they appear in the Bible, oh wait, they aren’t at all. So, people could have done evil actions and didn’t listen to God when they were writing a book, or were not satisfied with the rules and wanted to change them. Anyone could be responsible. There are certainly times in the Bible’s life where it was restricted from the public eye.

I’m pretty sure Humans wrote the Bible. They are the ones that did the action.

Reason number two:
God.
He is a jealous God, no one can worship another god but him. That makes me wonder if there are more than one god, since He states in the bible, There are no other gods before or after Him, Rev. 22:13 “I am the Beginning and the End, the First and the Last,” yada yada yada, anyway, why then, should He make the first commandment “You shall not have any other gods before me.”
Clearly he is demanding us to not worship another god. He is, after all, Jealous.
If he is Jealous, wouldn’t that make him a prideful person, it seems to me, from Exodus 20, that he is a very proud being, most of the commandments are about Him.

If you think God means to not put time and energy into items or other people more than Him, you are wrong. That is the second commandment, “You shall not make for yourself an idol in the form of anything in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters below.”

We make crosses and put them over our beds, we make prayer beads, fish stickers,
NOTW merchandise…

Don’t make an idol in the form of anything in heaven above, on earth, or in the water…

Hm..

So, God clearly says there are other supreme beings, you just are not allowed to worship those ones ’cause they won’t lead you to a blissful hell.

‘Kay.

“You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the LORD your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the fathers to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me,” verse five goes on to say.

Why is He punishing children for the mistakes their fathers made?
That seems rather unloving.
The children of the father are being punished by God for their father’s sin…

And besides, I’d hate God too if He still was the way He was in the First Testament, oh wait, Exodus is in the first testament…

But verse six makes it all up for it ’cause God’ll love only the next thousand generations. Well, actually, I am using the Biblegateway site you said you are using NIV from, or something? Anyways, they have “generations” in curly brackets, {, this could very well mean that they added that word. I guess I’ll never find out what God said after “thousands.”

He demands that we work six days straight and then on our ONLY DAY OFF we give it all to Him. The Sabbath Day. Yeah, he seems pretty prideful, a little egotistical?
Sure, it could only be a reflection of when God made the entire world in six days and rested on the seventh, but God is supposed to be perfect and all powerful, why did He rest anyways? Couldn’t He do it in one day if He was ALL-powerful and ALL-knowing and omnipresent?

Besides, He is ALL-everything, wait, whoa, all-everything? Is he all-knowledgeable?  If yes, then He must know how to make a rock that is so heavy, not even He can move it, right? But then, He is ALL-powerful, why can’t He move it? If He can move it, why isn’t He ALL-knowledgeable enough to know how to make an immovable rock?

Ugh, circular reasoning gives me headaches.

To sum up the rest of the commandments, they are all about Him, well, more than half I should say.

Besides the hated “honor your parents” commandment,
There is the “Thou shalt not murder,”

God failed. Let us see, the first murder He committed was a genocide of 20,000,000 people. The Great Flood and Noah.

He hated those people for their “wicked acts.” Sure, they may have offended him by having orgies in temples and churches or something, but isn’t He a forgiving God? Oh, not until he replicates himself by impregnating a girl without cumming in her and then kills himself. Yes, He did. He allowed Judas to betray Him, He allowed the death, no, He went to it. I guess suicide is okay in the Bible. It isn’t mentioned ONCE!

God didn’t forgive 20,000,000 people because they were having sex and doing drugs and well, I guess I would be pissed too if I didn’t want the people I created to worship gods that didn’t help at all.

But, the flood was before the ten commandments, God is still in the clear.

His next major murdering, after the commandments of course, was 3,000. That is better, a lot of improvement from previously killing over 20,879,003 beforehand.

Still not forgiving I guess.

Overall, His murders in both books add up to 24,644,205 exactly. This is a fact from the blog [url=http://dwindlinginunbelief.blogspot.com/2010/04/drunk-with-blood-gods-killings-in-bible.html]Dwindling in Unbelief[/url] if you would like to check.

“Thou shalt not commit adultery.”

Then don’t impregnate an unmarried, betrothed 16 year old, then, God.

“Thou shalt not steal.”

Hm, nope, can’t think of God stealing.

“Thou shalt not bare false witness against thy neighbor.”

Hm, has God lied?

He did tell us He was jealous, that s pretty truthful, but He also tells us he is ALL-powerful and ALL-knowledgeable, but then there is that whole rock thing, and well, this one is on the wall.

Wait, He did tell us to not worship other gods but then He also told us there were no other gods besides him.

“You shall not covet your neighbor’s house. You shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, or his manservant or maidservant, his ox or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.”

Don’t covet? What does THAT mean?

Using google’s tools and typing in the search engine, “define: covet” I find;
“To wish for with eagerness; to desire possession of, notably enviously”
But changing “covet” to “jealousy,” the first listing again is
“covetous: showing extreme cupidity; painfully desirous of another’s advantages,”
It uses covet to explain jealousy, (first commandment).
Pretty important if it is the first commandment, explaining why He is a jealous God, no, just that He is and don’t worship anyone else, plzkthnx.

I can’t follow rules that a God has demanded me to follow if He can’t follow them all Himself.

So, Humans and God are the two main reasons why the Bible is flawed, should be enough reason to throw it away altogether and start living for each other, for the earth, for the betterment of humanity, then to live for an imperfect god.

Try and disprove my post. Kudos to you if you read it all, but sorely disappointed if you can’t try and argue with me, if you try and attack my ways of reasoning, I will only be more disappointed.”

I can’t wait for your comments.

SO!
I guess I can’t keep up with a daily blog.
I’ma give it one more shot.
Okay, so the posts will be shorter, the comics hand drawn until I find my tablet pen or get a new one, also, I’ll work on updating the blog’s overall appearance.

I know, Horrible, Right?

Yeah, she may be pretty... but, uh, hm, yeah, no way to make myself feel better.

Yeah, she may be pretty... but, uh, hm, yeah, no way to make myself feel better.

I lost my tablet pen, okay? Jeez.

Why? Why no comments? I feel so… idiotic, heh.

Anyways, I won’t give up, the blog’s stats are 54 hits since I started this blog, I think that is pretty good considering I am not promoting it at all since I am trying very hard to keep this thing anonymous.

So, yes, I will start trying my hand at comics. Just random ones right now.

Something better than just words. I know I am not the only one that enjoys reading but I know it isn’t that common among my society and generation anymore.

Okay, I failed, I didn’t post one yesterday, so I shall post two today and I have a surprise, I’m going to try and start a little side comic, because who likes to read without visuals anyways?

Right now I am on my lunch at work, working my ass off as usual, not more so since there are about 50 big boss executives from corporate and other stores. Oh good golly.

I am deactivating everything for my customers.

They were literally 10 feet away from me for like 2 hours.

I don’t know how long this post wil be but I will try my hardest to make it 1000+ words. I need an ice-cream from across the street, bitches.

Anyways, so here are some reasons why the place I work at is the most unprofessional;

My supervisor, who is 28+ in age, has children and a wife, goes to young adult parties with sex, drugs, and alcohol. The reason I know this is because I go to those parties. It is so odd to have your boss at a recreational party, not related to work at all. Those are uncomfortable enough.

And, whenever we have big wigs walk through the store, everyone kisses ass way too much, me, on the otherhand, no, I don’t need to kiss ass, I’m awseome already.

I’m not conceited, I’m just confident.

That is why I am still average, I’m not utterly without self-esteem, or totaly full of myself.

Anyways, every one of the bosses, besides most of the Department Heads, are extremely rude and mean. They do not acknowledge your presence if you greet them, they speak to you rudely, without reason, and give you a hard time when you simply ask if you can take your break/lunch as scheduled.

Well, at least me.

Not sure if that is the same way for everyone else.

I am afraid I will have to save this as a draft.

So my supervisor is the kind of guy you would think was gay by the way he acts and dresses, but he also makes a great effort to flirt with all the hottie chicks that come into work or are in his personal radius.

He’l actually stoke out the spot of where you spotted a hottie and look for them.

He needs to grow up, no one his age, or no wait, no one who isn’t a teenager, acts like that. If they do, please, grow a pair and just chill.

But I have nothing against him, his life is sad if he lives it that way, why should I be hatin’ on him? He deals with enough.

Besides, only one person suffers from hating, yourself.

Why hold anger, hate, and un-forgiveness in your heart when you are the only one suffering from it.

It is best to let go the things that make us feel bad in life, we only have one life, why fill it with negativity?

BRB, will write and draw and post all things I can tonight.

**Update**

All right, off work, and ready to write.

I am such a dork sometimes.

I hate getting hiccups while working, it is so embarrassing and I am cut-off during my spiel.

I have a spiel for customers, it helps me process having to deal with so many customers in so much time. I mean, I get a lot. I have to have a spiel, but I make sure I don’t act fake.

I say, “Hi, how are you? Did you find everything okay? So, how is your day going?” But I use voice inflection, true emotions, and I respond to real answers. If the customer is fake, than so am I.

Anyways, another new boss. YAY! Let’s see, now I have seven big bosses, one big supervisor, and like 7 supervisors. All reminding me about how much my stats as a cashier SUCK ASS. I work hard, doesn’t mean I am good at my job. The only thing I am good for is opening credits, ’cause I can do that steadily every week, and keeping customer lines to the minimal.

The new boss is an old yucky guy, he is dating a 19 ear old associate that just transferred to another store.

Sometimes facts are enough, inputing sarcasm just takes away from the whole purpose.

Fuck banks, by the way, always feeing me for no fucking reason, and they know I am a college student, the mother fuckers.

It is all cash here on out, boys ands girls.

Also, fucking cellular phones. To have service is a fucking pain in the ass. My bill was about 150 this month for opening an account, after my friends fucked me over on a family plan. If you are going to do it, trust them first.

My big store boss greeted me today, I wasn’t fired yet. Today was my first day at work after having 3 days off in a row.

Believe me, I enjoyed it.

But, I am tired of ranting about work, can’t too much about community college otherwise you might figure out what state I live in.

But I am hopefully transferring this January to a university that best fits my major, which has to do something with writing, you have to know that by now, and hopefully my boyfriend comes with me. It will be a nice change, a change though, with many, many expenses.

I have to find a place to rent and a job up where I might be going to.

It is so funny, my plans are always changing, and I am usually the one that isn’t changing them. Other forces, that I cannot control,  such as, the Board of Education, have the ability to make my life a living hell.

Heh, I just love this blogging thing, I think it is a healthy way to express one’s self, with the safety of anonymousness, I can write any fucking thing I want, I don’t give a shit if I offend anyone, because this is my little selfish secret. I mean, you guys, the readers, are very, extremely welcome to comment or email me at agirlwithataco@gmail.com.

So, I was driving at night, practicing, no, I don’t have my DL yet, it is only because I didn’t feel mature enough to handle a device as dangerous as a moving vehicle!

Uh uh!

Anyways, this CHICK DRIVER, yeah, you know what I mean, the one’s that drive irritatingly slowly behind NO ONE while putting on their fake ugly shit on their faces, making their perfectly fine face ugly as fuck, not looking over their shoulder while driving into the left hand lane of the opposite side of the traffic, SLOWLY merging in front of MYSELF!

Oohh.. that bitch had it coming.

Eh, I flipped her off and yelled a profanity.

I’m sorry, road rage is only activated by SHEOPLE doing STUPID SHIT like driving as if they were FUCKTARDS!

Anyways, I’m certainly not a perfect driver,  I’m just learning and mastering this evil and demonic skill that I hate with such a passion of fury that would even send God to Hell.

… Oh, I am just a tad dramatic, I just love being creative though, when in a cursing trance.

I am such a dork.

Right now I am avoiding an instant message from a pass friend, from when I was a christian, and probably knew I denounced it.

I ignore her because her sister has… been quite abusive and crazy and used her screen name to stalk me. So I will refuse to respond to this girl, who probably needs to talk to someone, a real talk, without judgments, and accusations, negative feelings of all kinds are dismissed.

She doesn’t get those anymore, probably, since I fled from that whole lifestyle.

Work has given me the ability to stay away from religious practices so I can ignore the guilt trips that aren’t scientifically proven and are probably wrongfully taken from older cultures. Who made up religion? I would like to know.

I’m beginning to wonder if anyone reads this blog. maybe no one wants to read some shit rom some young college student who barely knows how to fucking deal with life.

I’m hard on myself by the way, most critical of myself is me.

Anyways, if there is someone who reads… please, type a curse word into that mutherfucking comment box and press the bitch slappin’ enter button, hoes!

Hey, just because I stated Pismo in theses mutherfucking pictures, ain't mean I live in Pismo, or the state, by the way, I took these mother fuckers on TRIPS!

I know, I’m such a NEWB!

I’ve tried making blogs before, but I think this will be different. YAY! Ten hits! That is awesome. Ten people reading my shit, thats a lot of people. I can’t wait to see if there will be more hits. Anyways, why doesn’t anyone comment? You think I am like all those other bloggers or something that doesn’t give a fuck about what you have to say?
I would JUST LOVE IT if people left comment about ANYTHING!!

This place is where you can say whatever the fuck you want, you can rant, you can tell me about your day, you can tell me and am a poisonous bitch cunt asshole who doesn’t know how to write shit, I wouldn’t care, I just like communicating 🙂

Please, leave a comment. I would very much enjoy it.

I am about to go over to my boyfriend’s house, I’ll have a real post up tomorrow. As I said, once a day. These little posts that aren’t even 1000 words are not posts.

Oh, and hey, advice for the blog would be nice, still working on it obviously, but the more important thang is posting, amiright?

Second Post

Mmmm....

Well, that first one was about me, now that we got that out of the way, I can finally use this blog that no one is going to read, to write about important things, things that no one seems to understand or care about.

Lets use respect as the main reason for this post.

Okay, so this blog is all about me since I am writing and it is very difficult to be un-bias, let’s face it. So, if you do not like me now, you most likely won’t later. So, stop now and you shall be relieved of my entire existence.

Respect isn’t common anymore. It isn’t, people don’t realize it, but cultures have mixed very much where I live, cultures and un-esteemed cities  is all I know around here.

The few people that hold the door open, offer their coat to a cold person, that have the courtesy to respect their fellow man in need, those people I respect.

My bosses aren’t those people.

But believe me, I can read people extremely well, and I give discounts to those people, or when I am trying to “play” them in order to exceed at my job, lately it has been the first.

There are a few bosses I like, only because I have to deal with them. I don’t need a boss, I don’t. I can do my job perfectly without one.

Anyways, they think they are better than everyone else. They do.

If I stated what the mission statement of my work is… It wouldn’t be anonymous anymore. So this is what I shall state; basically the whole system that my job claims to be based on is a lie, my bosses are hypocrites.

But now this blog is turning into a complaining, whining girl blog. Ew.

Let me give an example.

My workplace is geared to the man, an ex-coworker of mine, who happened to be an extremely attractive female whom I would have most definitely dated, quit one day when her big employer disrespected her by shaking the hand of a man who refused to step aside ten feet to smoke a cigarette. It was getting inside the store, and she politely and nicely asks them to step away from the entrance, the “customer,” who supposedly spent $800 at my workplace that day, was getting irritated and angry. He was yelling and cursing at her. She is about a foot and a half shorter than me, and he got right in her face calling her profanities. Her big employer walked up to the situation, shook the customer’s hand, and apologized for my coworker. Did not say a word, not even an acknowledged the presence of my ex-fellow employee. I wish I had her balls. She quit the next day.

But like I am told every fucking day.

“At least you have a job.”

Thank you America for the economy you leave for generations to strive in, instead of thrive in.

But, I am pathetic. I don’t even angst against work the common, usual way that everyone else does. I don’t do minimal work, give my bosses a hard time, I do everything they ask. I actually still do my very best, but there are times that may seem unusual, that seem to come straight from a BBC writer.

The first one was a few months ago, I was at the cash register that is appointed to a certain type of working men, in a certain field of physical labor, and no one was in the department that was geared towards this certain choice of career, I had been having trouble all day with no one in that department available to help me assist a customer.

I was fed up after a customer asked if I knew anything about that department. Tired of stating, “No sir, I am just a cashier, but let me get someone who does to assist you,” I see three of my bosses at the desk next to my register, I go straight up to the Store Manager and tell him that this customer has a question about ________ & ______ _________. Then I walk away. You see, I can’t help but treat others the way they treat me. Good thing I only dish it out whenever I get the very few chances. Now, can they fire me for not following Standard Procedure by asking for assistance from my 50+ female supervisor who was currently working on fixing my register computer, which happens to run windows ? She was standing over it fiddling with wires, my bosses of young men status were chatting 5 feet over. What would you do?

No, they didn’t even write me up, but the third in position called me on my register phone, from 5 feet away, explaining Standard Procedure and telling me that he saw the Department Head of the department that had been associate-less all morning just walked by. I bitched up and said “My mistake, I’ll remember next time.” Hasn’t been an incident of that kind again, but there was certainly a commotion of “what happened at the ___ desk,” was talked about.

Oh, by the way, I hate my job. I hate asking customers to sign up for a credit card that will most likely hurt their credit score. I hate pushing buttons for 8 hours.

“At least you have a job.”

Wasted my whole summer.

On average, the days I had off this summer were 2 a week. Let see, I had 26 days off this  summer. That is an estimate. There are 91 days of summer for me this year. Again, I am a supposed part-time employee. Oh, don’t get me wrong, money is great, but I am not a money-person. I rely on encounters, events, happenings, memories, quality time, as more important than anything money can provide, well, besides a house, essentials, and perhaps happiness. It can buy happiness, money can buy a house for a homeless family, but you don’t see big company CEO’s doing that for any homeless person.

That is why I pay more attention to experience than anything.

So, right now I am watching an advice documentary for women on how to maximize their purse space for make-up so that they won’t have to carry everything.

What?

I don’t watch television anymore. All I need is online. No commercials there.

Get to choose what I watch, not what is scheduled.

So, it is safe to say that I know my bosses do not like me.

I don’t know exactly what it is though, that I do, that makes them not like me.

Lets see,

I have a crazy hair-do, I mean, there are reasons people don’t have my choice of hair-style. It is hard to recover from it, nevertheless, it is a statement, especially for a girl. They didn’t say anything, but remember how I can read people extremely well? Yeah. Its body language, not everyone can speak it or translate it, but I can. None of them liked it, but they didn’t say anything. Why?

They hated it when I wore my hoodie over my head when I was cold.

Or wore a tutu to work.

But not the hair.

Heh… Yes, a tutu.

Anyways, I push the limits I guess you could say.

I called out for the first time this weekend since I been there. I’ve tried before, but it was extremely hard to get past my supervisor, cause not only are they now short, but have to find someone to fill in, and get to the bigger bosses. I finally went straight to the phone center to get connected. It was a newb boss, he is nice. I like him enough. He let me call out.

It was an opening shift after a closing shift and I was sick as fuck.

That is the story I am sticking to.

The next day I had a opening shift again. I was late cause I was sick as fuck. It was another newer boss, I couldn’t call him cause he didn’t have a phone, so I had to walk-in and talk to him.

Ugh, I could barely speak. He made me state my reasons twice. I couldn’t help but do the “EEEhhhh!” The Fonz move and say “You got?” after I told him I had been sick after a closing shift, called out the next day, and was late the following morning due to profuse vomiting. I called as soon as I was on my way there, and he didn’t even have a phone on him. He told me that I was 41 minutes late and that I will probably be written up. (For the first time, mind you, in the 7 months I have been there.) Others have been written up more than me and been there about the same amount of time.

Oh yeah, maybe why I don’t like them is that they don’t appreciate me at all the same as other employees who don’t do as much as I and still get recognized. I got over that a long time ago. I don’t give a fuck about my job, just how I do it. Those standards I set are still there, will be for every job.

Anyways, why I think they only hired me because I had no experience and had a decent face is proven because they hired other girls

with prettier faces

and less intelligent minds.

No, no, I do not judge people, I just analyze them, it is just that simple. I couldn’t care less how anyone lives their lives, (does anyone else notice the way “lives” has two logical and sensible ways to pronounce a different meaning word?) but analyzing is all I do. I like  to use my mind while spending time doing pointless shit like pressing buttons. I like to predict, “what would this action cause my future to become?” It is quite accurate. My logic skills are over 9000.

Do I need to restate my earlier statement? I am a nerd.

Anyways, you can be fully assured my self-esteem diminshed quite a bit when they gave these girls rewards for selling credit. I prevented someone from stealing over $700 worth of shit. Do I get a little badge or recognition? Nope.

They recently made a board for all the cashiers with little [My workplace title] icons and their names underneath the trademark character. Mine was not even made.

Someone really doesn’t like me.

I wonder who it is, I want to know why.

It is very interesting when someone wants to cause unhappy things for you. I am quite flattered actually. They put all this planning and manipulation and time and energy just so I can feel bad. That is why I am average. I don’t even have a strong opinion over my enemy.

Let’s get back to the pretty girls, they get away with everything. They are too cute to work.

Disgusting.

One time I was called by a boss I like. Let me retell the story.

I was working 8 30 to 5 30 at a certain register, I had to take care of trash and returned items. There was quite a bit, I didn’t feel like going to the parking lot and find a cart, there was a … oh… I can’t tell you, otherwise you will know where I work. There was another cart in the store nearby made to hold certain things that certain types of working men use, I used it to carry all the trash and return items.

It wasn’t done before, I don’t see why, it was perfectly efficient, just a tad bit difficult to maneuver. Anyways, I was going about my business as all the big bosses were chatting around the registers as I tried to claim all trash and return items. The store manager likes to complain through his second and third in command. The third in command asked whose cart this was, I said it was mine and I was only doing trash and return items. He said oh okay, “but don’t let me catch you again.” I went on with my business. Later I asked him if I looked pretty goofy with that cart, “You are cute ____, you are all right.”

Hey, :), that was nice.

Still pissed off the bigger bosses.

One more story then I shall end this post. The word count is already 2052 at this sentence.

Yesterday was my opening shift, I was pretty delirious and depressed. Barely functioning. I hate my life, my body, every single person in that store.  I just wanted to end.

But I have something not every one has.

True love.

No, no, you have to believe me, this isn’t something bogus. He is my soul mate.

That is why I didn’t go for my extremely attractive female ex-coworker who was very curious about lesbianism, lemme tell you, hehe… But I had already fallen in love with my boyfriend.

He tells me at least every hour how amazing I am, he makes me feel more than average. I love every pore on his body, which is the most amazing thing I have ever experienced.

Don’t assume “Oh she hasn’t had a lot of experience, probably first love kinda thing.”

No. I have been with a good amount of guys and girls. My longest relationship was a year and a half. I can handle my own.

He is a nerd like me, but not a nerd at the same time, his friends are jealous of him, they want to be him.

He is the kind of guy who can talk out of the ticket, that when driving, everyone is “in his way,” everything he does and wears is amazing because he is doing it or wearing it.

I love him deeply.

I went over to his place on my lunch hour. I could only stay a while, but he had a bowl packed for me. Oh my. Who else could I ever be with?

I went back to work high as usual. I’m sorry, until I have a job that actually inspires and pushes me to better myself, I won’t go to work sober. It may affect my working by a tad, I mean the slightest bit in that I can’t type my password in 1.5 seconds as usual, but that is it. My judgement is intact. Or so I think.

I was working the self checkout, yeah, I know right, the only people who should need help at self-check out are severely foreign or old and demented people. I swear, sheople just get dumber and dumber, why can’t they just watch the hot chick in the movie playing on their screen that shows them exactly what they need to do?

What is sadder yet is that a paid cashier has to monitor the self-check out.

My shift goes along these lines;

“Hi, how are you? Are you ready? Would you like to use self-check out? Okay, let me know if you need help.”

*Sigh*

I hate the self-checkout.

Anyways, I was stuck guiding a customer to my self-check out as no one else guides customers to their lane.

I greet them nicely and politely, notice how all his items have deactivation tags on them. I simply state I’ll need to deactivate each item. He exclaims loudly “I DO NOT CARE IF THEY NEED TO BE DEACTIVATED, I JUST WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE.” Why then, use the self-check out, hm?

Obviously a sheople.

Anyways, I calmly and politely state, “Oh I don’t care as well sir, but its nothing personal, I could care less if you walk out with these items un-deactivated, just as long as I didn’t do it, I’d just like to look good in front of my boss, so I will be deactivating each item.” I was along those lines that my store manager walks by, looking at me as I say that last line.

Ooh, if I ever was going to be fired, it was for that reason, right?

What could they peg me for?

Let us explore:

I could have followed Standard Procedure and said, “Sir, it is apart of my standard procedure.”

Or

I could have kept my mouth shut.

I don’t know when to shut the fuck up sometimes.

Flaws, I will always point out my own and others’ if its beneficial at all to. I like hearing about what I need to improve on. Comment with any sort of advice or negativity. I like it all.

2738 words.

Sorry, first few posts will be a little much. What was the blog about? Respect?

Oh yeah, let us stick it to the man and do stupid things that can almost get us fired.

I just don’t respect those who don’t respect others, that is all.

Please, improve humanity, respect someone today, you might just make their day. What powers we all have, we can change lives, but we don’t. 2807. Sorry.

Calming

I wish he was a professor of mine, any subject would do.

He actually is a fashion designer.

Sitting on my family sofa with my netbook in my lap trying to figure out how to start a blog and actually be committed to it, I wait for my creativity to flow. Perhaps I should write something about myself, I am just your average person. I am not special, I live life just because I am alive… But recently life has not been very… usual. I started at my first job in January, I am a community college student, I have been searching since I was 15. Back then,  I knew who I wanted to be,  I knew what type of employee I was going to be; the hard working one, that does everything their employer asks of them and more. I often get to the point where they don’t even have to ask anymore. I set that standard for my life early in my teen years.

But the working career is not what I hoped it would be.

Working at this job has certainly been anything but a professional experience. When I started,  I knew exactly nothing on how to be an employee, I was very… Newb.

I was first of the bunch they had hired this year. The only reason I think they hired me could be perhaps I had no experience what-so-ever and I was a decently attractive female. See, the place I work at is geared towards the male, but I am just a cashier, a low-key maintenance job with very little exertion and/or intelligence needed, kinda like a McDonald’s employee, the only worthy job is management.

Don’t begin to try to analyze me, I am very grateful and lucky to have this job, I just know I can do much better with my choice of career or in-between jobs, and I will. Why else have I been working very hard to get out of my… environment?

See, I was home schooled as a child, which is a very, very intelligent choice  for your kid, if you are a committed, organized, decently educated parent who has structure and discipline. My parents never had that, well, my mom had the education down. Besides, they did it for quite a selfish reason, in my opinion: so that I wouldn’t become “worldly.” They did not want that, they underestimated me.

My parental unites are… Religious.

For the sake of anonymousness, safety of my identity and affiliations, I shall remain as little-detail orientated as much as I can. Truly, details aren’t really important for the story, the only purpose of any story is that it should tell what happened, not what one was watching while it was happening, and certainly not the name of my job.

So, I shall refrain from any sort of category besides the ones I simply state. One being this, I am a nerd.

I have nothing against religion, actually, that is a lie. I have everything against religion, but, again, before you try to label me, I am quite non-atheist as well.

You see, religion is what prevented my parents from letting me kick-ass in high school, religion is what prevented me from learning evolution, other religions, from studying philosophy, from being my own identity and person for 18 years. Those years where you create who you are, set yourself aside from everyone else, to think thoughts without feeling you will be punished by being sent to the eternal flames of hell. Scared all those years… to be who I am.

I could go on about how religious hindered my life, but the thing is, religion has hindered everyone’s life in some way, either by their choice or someone else’s. Religion affects choice, if one is religious, their choices will be affected by something other than their selves, which may lean towards the favor of religion. I state this because I have a great example.

Proposition 8.

Whose choice is affecting LGBT human beings from being married?

Your’s, who is most likely a Christian based on statistics.

Anyways,  there is nothing wrong with affiliations, beliefs, or traditions, unless of course, you push it upon another forcibly or even rudely.

Another great example, I was chatting with classmates in the cafeteria simply debating how “straight-edge” people become so not “straight-edge.” Of course religion picks up in the conversation, mutual non-believers agreeing with the hinderances of religion, polite, quiet, and not trying to offend the fellow classmate who was eavesdropping at the table over. My classmate asks me if I was a Christian, the eavesdropper loudly exclaims “You are certainly not a Christian.” It isn’t bad to not be a Christian, but the way she said it made me feel like I was a horrible being and not worthy to even state my afilliation.

At that time I think I blacked out, I think from what I can recall, I really ranted at the young and extremely rude person who made a slight assumption about me based on my actions. She didn’t say much after that. I don’t recall what I said to her but I can garauntee it was full of logic, along the lines of “I am more Christian than you are by the facts that I didn’t rudely assume something bad about a stranger and tried to make you, the eavesdropper, feel bad at all for interrupting me.”

I swear, there are only some things I like about humanity.

So, this average person doesn’t blog about how much she hates religion, just the people. Yeah its the person who is still doing the choosing, but again, religious people fail to see that, they think there is a higher source guiding them, failing to take responsibility for their actions. “God allowed me to eavesdrop so I can point out your faults!.” >:< MMm!

… Hehe, maybe not that extreme, but you get the idea.

Well, my parents aren’t all bad, that is why I again state how average I am, I don’t have excruciating anger towards my parents, just a tad remorseful that I didn’t get to go to a public high school and guide a different teen-life.

I also know my parents are not unique, everyone’s parents, I mean everyone’s, can be a very big disappointment for their children in different ways, the only connection is disappointment.

Mmm… Writer’s block is quite delicious.

Well, let’s get back to my job, I suppose.

I was hired as part-time… with 40 hours my first week. Oh yeah. My job is one of the big corporation retail stores that everyone can recognize their logo for, or should. I have had customers forget exactly where they were. Oops, I said retail, thats pretty anonymous right? I mean, I don’t think I would be complaining about my job if it were anything else but the usual. Usual meaning retail, beverage, and food. That is pretty usual, unless it was a Humanese restaurant. Now that I could start a blog on just to describe the customers for.

Think, what kind of person eats humanese? I know about it because, as an average person, my family can be kind of eccentric. It was my mom’s idea. I like humanese now.

Here it is again, that sweet, sweet writer’s block.

I’ll shed more light on my education, since it is basically all I can account for my accomplishments.

I may be an average person, but I like to think my education is above so. I went straight to community college after I had my personal and unique “graduation.” Oh the one graduating class of 08′, with only one graduate. I was never much of a spirited person.

Since then my G.P.A. has been teetering between 3.44 and 3.79. I like learning.

I think I like to learn because I was shocked with a truthful mythical fear, humans only use 10% of their brain. What? Ten Percent? Oh how I wish I could say I was not a human being…

I strive for at least 15% a day. My goal is 100%.

I don’t miss high school, I am quite glad it is over actually. It was all business for me after high school. Education was my number one priority.

So I took all my hard classes first, but I still had no clue who or what I wanted to be. I was very impressionable, but just walking through life, waiting for it all to end.

I took a philosophy class my first semester actually. Don’t doubt it when I say it was my favourite class. It taught me how to think, not “what” to think. Some people can’t grasp that… Like my parents after I told them I denounced my religion two months into the class.

They refused to accept it. They acted as if I had died a horrible death and they would never see my body again… She actually told me she wished I was pregnant… at age 18.

I don’t know if you have done what I did, or what your position is on what I did, but I don’t think you could understand unless you knew what it felt like to cause the ultimate disappointment to your parents.

Yes, the ultimate.

They didn’t care I had sex.

They wouldn’t care if I did drugs.

They wouldn’t care if I went to jail.

Murdered someone,

or married the Anti-Christ,

they only cared about my ticket to Heaven.

Which is not a proven place.

Good thing I haven’t been to jail or murdered anyone.

I am definitely staying away from dangerous drugs. I may do a certain kind that is known to not cause overdose and perhaps even kill bacteria, even the known MRSA superbug, but I am smart, sorry, I know what to use and not use. So again, my average character is saved by the fact this blog is not about promoting the safest drugs ever.

But from this post already you can determine and gather information about me.

1. A young lady

2. Educated

3. A writer

Yes, I write, I love writing. I love the way I can form sentences to help the reader understand exactly what I am trying to get across to them. I like to think it is a form of art.

Writing and photography of course, so this blog will also contain pictures that are copy written by myself through deviant art.

With the word count at 1690 with this exact sentence, I shall come to an end.

I will post something, an insight, a rant, an angst, or anything every day until the end of this year. If I can’t commit to this then, then I know I am not a blogger.

Here is a picture for the day:

Taken momentarily from stepping outside.