Monthly Archives: August 2018

You’re Never Too Old, And I Have Proof.

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So, I’m home right now.  I got back from China last week and decided to have a little time in my hometown before I go back to school in a few weeks.  I visited with my grandma the other day and she told me a story that I loved and that I wanted to share:

 

She told me about her friend. Her friend is 93 years old, and still walks, talks, and even drives! Apparently, her friend’s grandson owns a tattoo parlor, which I find really funny because my grandma is a “church lady”, and the friend she was telling me about is someone who she puts on church events with. So the idea that this little old church lady has a tatted up grandson makes me smile.

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And apparently, her grandson does more than just own a tattoo parlor… he’s a straight-up tattoo enthusiast. One of those types who’s covered head-to-toe and believes that everyone on Earth should have at least one tattoo.

So, he bugged her, telling her that he would give her a tattoo at some point.  But of course, being the little old church lady that she is, she said no.

For her 70th birthday, she said no.

For her 80th birthday, she said no.

But finally, on her 90th birthday she said, “What the hell, I’m 90.”

 

And, at 90 years old, she got her first tattoo, drawn on by her grandson. It was a butterfly.

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When she told me that story, I couldn’t help but smile uncontrollably. I always fell like my life still hasn’t begun, and I fear that I’m going to die before I ever accomplish anything or before I’m ever happy.  So, to know that people are out there having new experiences at 90 years old makes me feel really good.  It makes me feel like maybe my life isn’t over yet. Like maybe there are still some new experiences down the road for me.

Also, it kind of puts things into perspective.  I’m 28. And I’m sure that if I were to talk to this 93-year-old-tatted-up-rockstar-church-lady, and told her that I feel like what should have been the best years of my life are behind me and have been wasted, she’d probably laugh. She’s probably done a lot in her life between the ages of 28 and 93. Hell, she probably did a lot between the ages of 50 and 93, or even 70 and 93!

 

I guess I liked this story so much because it showed me that it’s never too late to do things. You’re never actually too old or too whatever you excuse is. We all have the chance to be our best and have fun everyday. Regardless of age.

 

~ The Dark Horse

(This was maybe 10% proofread, and I’ll admit, I proofread while sipping tea so I had a giant mug covering most of my view of the screen…but hey, it was a great cup of tea!)

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The Internet Has Gotten Meaner

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So, question for everyone out there… is anyone else noticing that Americans are just fucking insane these days? I started this blog in what, 2013 or something? And never did I have a problem with crazy people harassing me.  In fact, I used to have a rule where I would allow and like any comment on my blog, even if it was saying I was full of shit. Because I believe that it’s important to hear multiple opinions.

But ever since we entered the Trump era, things have changed. They’ve gotten progressively worse actually. Now, it’s become a regular occasion to log-on and have multiple comments telling me that I’m a shitty person.

 

I just got back from China where I had an internship all summer. In China they have the “Great Firewall” so I haven’t been able to check WordPress until today. Logging on and looking at the comments and stuff from the past few months, there were multiple insane,  enraged, hateful comments.  And for what?  If anyone has read this blog, it’s me talking about depression, anxiety and how I’m an outcast.  What about that is enough to send people into a spiral of rage?   I’m reminded of the Dixie Chicks song Not Read To Make Nice where she says,

“And how in the world
Can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter
Saying that I better
Shut up and sing
Or my life will be over?”

 

And granted, I have written an Anti-Trump post:

Being INFJ During The Trump Era

and yes, a majority of the hatred is aimed at this post. Where I’m told daily that I’m not a patriot, or a Christian, or a good person, or intelligent, and so on.

But still…. people… my blog has like 300 followers. I’m really not worth targeting with giant 20-paragraph long comments that have no plot or coherent message. Can’t you go find something better to do with yourselves?  For example, perhaps you could go learn to be the good Christians you claim to be? I don’t know… just an idea.  

 

Anyways, I guess my point is this:  my post never calls anyone out by name (Except Trump one time…but fuck that guy) so it really isn’t hurting anyone, is it? In fact, my blog doesn’t really go against anyone in general, so I’m really confused by the recent wave of online anger that been brewing the past year or two.   Let’s all try to regain our humanity a little bit? You’re more than welcome to disagree with me and tell me why you disagree. And I’ll like your comment, respond to it, and post it too!  But when the best thing you can tell me is that I’m a stupid fake who is evil…. and then can’t even provide me with examples… then there’s a problem.

Oh, and before I go….

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I just had to re-apply some Shade quick…

 

 

Later bitches,

The Dark Horse