“My Rights” and the people who act like spoiled children about it

50189984_angry_childAlmost everyone is being immature about this and I’m sitting here on the sidelines wondering when they will all realize that the fighting is pointless.

Matt Walsh wrote yet another article on his Blog of Wondrous Drivel that takes the selfish pettiness of a few individual people and paints it across the entirety of the group they claim to belong to, like a child smearing poop all over a bathroom.

To sum it up, a lesbian couple in New York threw an immature fit by suing a Catholic couple for refusing to host their wedding. The state ruled against the Catholics and fined them $13,000 for their act of “discrimination.”

So then Matt Walsh figured this was a good opportunity to talk about how we’re losing all our rights because nobody is willing to stand up against those people (being the liberals and/or anyone who is in favor of gay marriage.)

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Living in Fear

fearSeems like everyone lives in fear of something. We shape our lives around what makes us feel safe. Perhaps there are a few people who don’t feel fear, but they’re weird. (Don’t worry, it’s awesome to be weird.) So yes, almost everyone lets fear shape their lives to some extent, and I want to explore a couple extremes.

One of those extremes is me. Due to some imbalances of brain chemicals, I have several issues with fear. The most troubling is that I wake up almost every morning absolutely terrified. Shaking, unable to speak, sick with fear.

Yet despite that, I still get up every morning, get ready for work, drive thirteen miles, and start working. When you’re faced with potentially paralyzing fear, there are only two things you can do—become paralyzed, or grit your teeth and keep on going.

In addition to the morning terror, which often lasts several hours into the day, I am startled very easily. Especially by physical touch. If I’m not expecting it, I get really freaked out. Loud noises also sometimes leave me with a pounding heart for minutes.

I have social phobia. Just being in the presence of people makes me tense and frightened.

I’ve had a lengthy run-in with PTSD and shorter ones with feelings of agoraphobia.

All that to say, I am well acquainted with fear of the life-changing sort. But here I am with a full-time job, new friends, about to rent my own place to live for the first time in my life. At some point, the fear had been around for so long that it became normal, and now I just keep going in spite of it.

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Don’t Let Them See

oh_yes-64678Conceal, don’t feel. This isn’t just a line from a Disney song. This is a message sent to boys and men by most of Western culture, both secular and religious. Being emotional is a girl thing. Don’t be a pussy.

It’s harmful and cruel, not to mention insulting to girls—can you imagine if someone used your name to insult others by telling them not to be like you?

Harmful, because males have emotions. The pervasive idea that men have compartmentalized brains and inferior emotional processes makes men think they are weird, or freaks, if they show their emotions more naturally and feel more deeply. Cruel, because it ends up forcing them to live lonely lives, surrounded by people they can’t really connect with because the emotional vulnerability required to really become known is, in most contexts, considered weird or unacceptable for men.

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