Monday, January 16, 2017

An Open Letter to Donald Trump

It ought to be said that though I am incredibly liberal, I will be respectful Friday of the fact that America is swearing in a new president. Many people are going to judge me for saying this, but please allow me to explain before you hotheadedly unfriend or block me, and choose to make me a topic of gossip among both you and your various friend groups.

There are several US elections in which people were elected/in office that the American people disputed. Those range from Jefferson, who was considered too elite and not in touch with the American people; to the Bush administrations and even the Obama administration in the last eight years, where they were considered too radical in one direction or another.

Here's what I know, though. Donald Trump is about to become president of the United States, and join the portraits that adorn many political hallways across this nation. He is an elite- of the highest class (and then some), but he campaigned through promises to the poor. If he truly regards human life, even the poorest of human life, he will make means for them to do more than survive.

Barack Obama has done some remarkable things in office, but he clearly was unable to unite America in a way that would have prevented the 2016 election from being such a knock-down, drag-out. He initiated a (not so) Affordable Care Act, that in theory could help hundreds of thousands of Americans. However, people in America refuse to believe that new policies require time; time that is necessary to develop both acceptance, and to work out all of the kinks in the program.

The problem with the Affordable Care Act (ACA) could have easily been solved by Mr. Trump, had his intentions truly been to satisfy the needs and wants of the lower classes. Instead, Mr. Trump is choosing to overturn a system that could be altered, smoothed over, and perfected by the new staff he has put into place for the coming four years. Our soon to be president could have chosen to amend the ACA to cover even the poorest of people, and explained that there are ways to apply for assistance in payment that make more sense than paying out the behind in medical bills and fines at the end of every year.

Mr. Trump has chosen to see no good in the previous American administration, run by two people who were more than qualified, as he spent most of those eight years trying to disprove the citizenship of the first African American president, as well as campaigning against many more-than-qualified individuals for the seat as if it were just another reality television show.

Mr. Trump, young Americans would like you to know that our futures are now in the hands of someone who could do a dramatic amount of good, or a tremendous amount of bad. You could rebuild America- turn it into a place where every person is truly equal to one another. Not in the socialistic sense, mind you, but in the sense that we are all given a fair opportunity to make our way in this world.

However, many of us dread the opposite of that. We dread the idea of watching our Islamic, Jewish, Christian, Catholic, gay, and transgender friends afraid to be who they are because you, Mr. Trump, have given them a reason to fear.

I, personally anyways, do not believe you to be a stupid man. To be fair, you have to have some measure of intellect to be able to succeed (yes, readers, I realize he has gone bankrupt a few times- allow me to give him the benefit of the doubt just this once) in the business world. Success, though, is not measured in the amount of buildings with your name on it. A simple Google search is enough to find out that though you are a loud and generally insatiable man, you have dedicated some amount of kindness to those beneath you. You have given money and time to people who have less than you, and that gives me a strange kind of hope.

As a young adult woman, I do stand with my fellow women who believe that we should have control over our bodies. I stand with my LGBTQ+ friends, who wish to love whom they want to love. I stand beside of my homeless friends, who have found shelter in my house at one time or another. I stand for the veterans, who from serving our nation have lost the ability to do so themselves. I will stand for the people of West Virginia, who are so tired of being a grease spot on the map that they voted for you because you did not mistake us for the western half of Virginia.

 I will continue to stand, even throughout your presidency, for all of the American people. Granted, I am just one person… But one person is just the beginning of one million.

I will also choose to kneel, only to kneel in prayer, and it will always be on the behalf of anyone in this great nation who needs it.

Even for you, Mr. Trump.

Many of my peers, and many of my younger friends who got no say in this election are afraid. They are afraid of losing- whether it be losing friends due to outdated immigration laws, family due to the repeal of necessary healthcare legislation, or companions to political disagreement and dispute on whether or not you should be allowed to sit in that Oval Office for the next four years.

Mr. Trump, if you could listen and understand one thing from a young American, it would be this:

We want to be a nation indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

We want to see the rapists, the real rapists, like Brock Turner, sentenced to hard time or hard labor for their actions. We are tired of people being assaulted and murdered, for their gender, for their religion, and for their sexuality.

We want to see people, thriving and healthy because there is a system in place in government that cares about the wellbeing of everyone from the lowest class to the highest. We want real affordable healthcare, with more places like Planned Parenthood that keep people informed and healthy regardless of what they have in their wallet. However, we need to educate people that free healthcare facilities are not just standing to rip some unknown fetus from some “unwilling womb,” but that they are there to help save lives and catch diseases that might otherwise not be caught or handled if an individual is unable to afford regular visits to a healthcare professional. We do not want useless systems like Medicaid and Medicare, that only cover portions of things, and leave normal people confused and in debt to large corporations that they have never heard of before in their lives.

We want to see people educated. I have gotten to a point in my life where it is no longer any fun to be the most intelligent person in the room, mostly because it means that I get dirty looks from those not as privileged to have shared a roof with a teacher for much of their lives. In fact, the only reason I am so smart is because people cared so much when I was a lot younger. That is how every American should be raised and taught, from the beginning. Not that education is mandated and a thing to suffer through, but that it is readying people for the adult world, and all of the possibilities to come. My peers and the children of this nation need to be unafraid to dream big for things like college and careers. College should not be something that forces someone to compromise something in their future like a house or a car (both of which are very necessary to even survive in twenty-first century America.) It should be something that encourages that dream, and it should be easily accessible by the many instead of the few.

We want it to stop. By it, I mean the hatred and ignorance that has plagued this nation for the last several years. If you would like to gain our unwavering support, Mr. Trump, in the next four years- then protect us. Protect all of us. Not just the solemn few American white men that walked into polling places all across the nation last November and chose your name. Support the women, children, minorities, and majorities as a whole.

Choose to be the bigger person, and run your station as an elected official should. Rule not with an iron fist and ideals rooted in ignorance, but govern with a compassion that reaches all people.

I have not been a supporter of you, and I definitely am not admitting to being one now… But I do know that being a divided nation at this point in history is the worst thing that we could possibly decide to do.

So, when all is said and done, I will be respectful this week.

You can say and do many things, Mr. Trump, but you will not take away the hope that many of us have in this nation. In fact, should you make a mindful decision to, you can restore hope that goes back generations. Quite honestly, that is left up to you and the future of your administration as President of the United States of America.

We are all watching, Mr. Trump. Some of us in fear, and some of us with excitement.

Either way, it would be rude of me, especially with how I was raised, to not wish anything other than the best of luck to our new president elect.

Good luck, Mr. Trump.




Maybe you will somehow take in account the screaming voices of younger Americans throughout sometime during your stent in office.  

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God bless America, and goodnight my dear readers. 


I just wanted to give my real opinion. I cannot say that I want Trump to fail, because in the words of several people on Facebook, "Wanting Trump to fail is like Trump being the pilot of the plane, and all of us in America being the passengers on the plane. If he crashes, we all go down with him."


But I can definitely say that I am a safe space, and a safe person to talk to and interact with for any person who needs it.

❤️

Sunday, January 8, 2017

2016 in Review

By a majority vote, 2016 was probably one of the worst years in all time history. Overall, there were many scandals, the expected election year garbage, and of course everyone has their own personal grievances for the year. 

For me though, I don't think it was that bad. So, here's my 2016 in review.

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January:

I know that a lot of people hated 2016 from the start, but I don't think that I did. New Years was alright, I went to dinner with Patrick early that month, and he and I were in the beginnings of a relationship again. I had newly received a promise ring, and was really happy. 

The end of January was extremely difficult through me, as I went though some issues with discovering who I really am and to what extent I am willing to go for my beliefs, and to what extent I go to defending my friends and those I love. It hurt. For the first time in years, I had to turn my back on people to better myself in the long run. Has that proven true? Absolutely. Although, it still isn't always that easy to this day. Friendships aren't something that you get over very fast at all. 

February: 

Ahhh, the month where I like- changed. I literally hardcore changed so much that I believed in as a person. 

I went from being this person who frequented church and openly fought against things like gay marriage to a Pro-Choice, Bernie Sanders supporting, LGBTQ+ supporting piece of literal garbage. I decided that I was going to fight for every kind of person, and not just the elites or the exclusive. 

Did this mean losing more people? Yep. A lot more, actually. That was alright. By that point, I was pretty used to it. 

People also decided to compare me to my mom a lot... That was a mistake. What a lot of people don't realize is that my mother has raised me to be a freethinking person who fights for stuff. We do not agree on everything, but she's my best friend. She will fight for and stand up for me before she ever defends any of the people coming against me saying that she would be ashamed. 

I also promised to start blogging regularly. Oops. 

March: 

Why does March always feel like an irrelevant month to everyone? It doesn't even feel real to me, like, eighty percent of the time. 

BUT- one of my best friends did find out that she was going to be blessed with a little boy! I found out that I was going to be an auntie to a little boy! I also assisted a friend of mine baking a cake for the gender reveal... Holy crap. Let me just say that I hate fondant, and leave it at that. :) 

I also met this wonderful lady named Brenda. She's pretty awesome. 

April: 

In April, I experienced everything High School Musical and got to get caught up in the fuss and drama that goes into producing a show. It was... sometimes really awful, and sometimes extraordinary. I made friends (Larry, Jada, Andrea, Madison, Anias, John, Amy, Jasmine, etc.) that will last me a lifetime, no matter if we speak regularly or not. 

I learned that people looked up to me, and I finally began to embrace that I was born with some strong leadership skills. Mind you, a lot of them still require some nurturing even at this point. I can be a, well, a bit much sometimes. I just started learning how to control the drama, and channeled all of the mental build up into more productive methods. 

April also proved to be a month that required a lot of mental preparation for May... 

May: 

In May, we performed High School Musical so many times and it was insane and I loved [almost] every moment of it. 

In May, I graduated from high school and left behind some friends that still have the journey of high school to complete. I was blessed to experience all of them, all of their personalities, all of the loud, all of the music, and just a lot of love. My final month of high school was as good as you see it in the movies. 

I wore heels to graduation, which was stupid. Like, incredibly stupid. I graduated Cum Laude, and with college credits. I had 3 or 4 college acceptance letters in a folder in my bedroom, and I was excited about the future. About adulthood. 

May was easily my favorite month of 2016. 

I got to have a sleepover with my dear friend Molly. You guys haven't gotten to hear much about her, only because she is far away and it had been too long since I'd seen her. She and Kaitlyn run in the same circles. They are definitely sisters that God decided not to give me in blood. They helped me survive much of 2016. 

I got to go to prom with my freshman friend Larry. We tore it up on the dance floor. (I'm completely kidding.. We danced so bad. Like, I am a 40 year old white dad in a floral shirt when I'm dancing.) A bunch of us went to IHOP afterwards. It was memorable. 

I also got to go to North Carolina to see my babe. We went to prom together, and it was wonderful. I summed up that experience in a blog post, if you feel like going through to read it. Patrick and I had a blast. He was SO handsome, and it was just a wonderful time. I also got to spend time with my friend Jordan. It was just a surreal thing- I had not seen many of these people for four (or more) years. 

June: 

In June, we found out that my dad needed drastic surgery. I got a job as a camp counselor and got the opportunity to work with some astounding littles, and got to meet some pretty awesome ladies that ended up being pretty freaking amazing coworkers. 

I lost more friends when I took to the web to advocate for the safety of my LGBTQ+ friends after the shooting in Florida, as well as vocalizing for the Black Lives Matter movement. I do not support irrational violence or destruction, but I do support the Constitution and the right to protest that many people did not know existed until over the summer. 

I got a really bad sunburn, and saw Patrick at the gas station Wendy's that he works at. It was a good time. Long distance relationships are cute, sometimes. 

I went through a period of time where contacting him proved to be a struggle, but if you know me, you know that it was less of a struggle than some other people would have anticipated. 

July: 

July sucked. 
I missed two weeks of work, and went to North Carolina with my parents. 

My dad had triple bypass surgery, with a couple of mild complications, and I learned a lot about hospitals. 

My mom and I got really close, as we stayed in a couple of hotels throughout the duration of this experience. We made friends in odd places that have turned out to be extraordinary people. (To name a few- the ladies in the waiting room that always had time to talk, as well as Tina and her family.) 

I got food poisoning so many times. 

Patrick went on a cruise, but that's a story for some other time. 

I was blessed with a teeny tiny nephew named Wesley. He is a brown eyed sweetheart, and I am over the moon for that little one. He has his Aunt T wrapped around his itty-bitty little finger. I also had the privilege while he was still in the womb to get close to his mom. Hayley is one of my closest friends, and I trust her with everything. 

August: 

I turned 18. I completed my seasonal job, with some tearful goodbyes. I loved my camp kiddos so much! 

I started at Concord University, and there I met Alicia and Amanda- just to name a couple. I took an English class that rocked. I took a Political Science class that opened my eyes to many things. I got to eat lunch with Emily again, and found out that I'm going to be an auntie again. 

August ended up being a breeze after July. I missed my grandparents a lot over the summer, though.

September: 

College. Literally, just college and job searching so much. 

I went to bed regularly between 3am and 5am, and woke up at 11am to go to my classes. 

I had a job interview or two, and eventually got hired at this place in Beckley sometime in September or November... I had no idea what I was going to be in for there. 

October: 

Loud feminism. More college. Lots of tests. A painting that literally drove me up a wall trying to complete that is now one of my prized possessions. 

Fright Nights started and I got to see all of my friends on that end of the spectrum. Sometimes it was cold, it was always somewhat muddy- but scaring people is something I love to do. If you've never been to/worked Fright Nights WV then I highly suggest it. It's so much fun. You meet people, and you pick up skills that you will never imagine come in handy anywhere else. But- they do!

I also attended a lot of football games, as my little brother was 1st String Fullback, and my friend Madison was dating a football player. I hung out with high schoolers on Friday nights because that's something I didn't particularly enjoy doing when I was in high school myself. 

November: 

Patrick and I made plans for New Years! 

Thanksgiving happened, and ended up being amazing. 

I started a job at a call center, and holy crap. I have met some interesting groups of people, I have learned that sometimes you can be 100% accurate and a customer will still want to speak to a supervisor, and I met friends that I consider family now. 

I was just feeling super blessed in November!

December: 

We decorated a lot for Christmas. We had a tree in almost every room of our house, and various Christmas paraphernalia everywhere. I took my final exams (and passed all of them! and made the Dean's List!), and worked nonstop for the entire month. 

Mom started working at the same place that I do. It's absolutely life-changing to work with my mom and several friends. It doesn't feel like working, to be honest. 

I started a new blog series called "#adulting" that is going to be continued, but I have some people writing some posts for me. I want a bunch of perspectives, seeing as I'm new to the whole adulthood thing. 

Christmas was really good, and I got people stuff that I hope has been meaningful. With a job, it feels nice to be able to spoil the people that I love with all of my heart. 

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So, I know that it's been 2017 for over a week, but I still wanted to share this. 

Patrick came in for New Years. He is a gem. I love him so much. He took me to a movie, for yogurt, and to dinner. We swapped passwords for movie streaming sights and he has me watching anime obsessively now. Pat is just an awesome person, and getting to spend time with him in person and not just on FaceTime is really cool. By the way- he took a train to see me. How cool is that?! (Cue "Don't Stop Believin' in the background...) 

We got a snowstorm up in West Virginia, and I start working out of training at my job this week. I might try to work some overtime, because I am on top of my money now. I start back to college tomorrow, weather permitting, and I'm pretty excited. If you'll look... My schedule is pretty well booked for the next 4-5 months, and I am so ready to conquer it!



Have a Happy and Blessed 2017, everyone! 

I love you guys! This is my third year of blogging, and I can't wait to see what it brings! :) 

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