I Need A Cool Name

Is it the quality of a friendship or the quantity of how many you have?  I have friends who for some reason feel that adding random people to social networking sites while having very personal, private information is not a big deal.  They hide under this guise of promoting themselves, their band, their art, their book, whatever have you.  Here’s the thing though… there is a time to promote yourself, and a time to have your own space.

I tend to feel like these friends actually believe that these people care about them to begin with.  Maybe I’m wrong, maybe when you add random people they do actually care about you, but how will you really ever know?  I often feel bad, because I feel like this is such a lonely existence.  If adding random people is all that’s left to make you feel like a more important person, then were  you ever really that important?

There are enough internet stalkers out there who will find you and your information illegally, that you inviting them in is kind of against common sense.  I always kind of go back to the old “don’t take candy from a stranger” adage, only in this case, you’re begging for candy and the predator doesn’t have to do any work.  Not taking the candy will never stop the predator, but at least you’ve put up the first line of defense.  There will always be predator’s who know how to get in, but you need to have that first hurtle covered, by not letting every random person in to see your personal information.

I know numerous people who have had their personal information used against them by an internet predator.  Being stalked and harassed is never acceptable, but I seem to lose a little bit of sympathy if you’re adding people you don’t even know to your personal web pages with your personal information, including your phone number and current address.

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stormywhether:

The gender spectrum circle: infinite amount of points revolving around the ideas of identity and expression.  A spectrum in which male and female aren’t halves of a whole population; a spectrum in which someone can be outside of the two genders without being out of the spectrum, or someone can be an entirely third gender without concerning themselves where they belong because they know their place isn’t on a flat line.

Every infinite point doesn’t need to have a name or a label, it just has to be known that there are people who can be any variation of male and female or outside of both to an infinite degree: something the line drawing doesn’t convey.

Why is it so hard for me to express emotions? I’ve gone over this in my head a thousand times. Why? Why can’t I just break down and cry like everyone else? My whole life I’ve been carrying this huge lump around in my throat. My whole life, every opportunity I’ve had to let it out, I’ve held it in. Even at both of my Grandmother’s funerals… No one would have known inside I was falling apart. And now, with all the reason in the world to cry, I’ve laid here and made the conscious decision that I will not show my weakness.

Why? Because I’m weak. I’m too weak to tell people when I actually need help. I’m too weak to care if words cut me to the bone, because as much as they hurt, people noticing hurts much worse.

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