If You Stand For Nothing…


If you stand for nothing, what will you fall for?

Football was quite interesting today.

On Mondays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays, the sport of Football reigns supreme. Whether it is college, high school, or professional, people are glued to their television screens to watch their favorite teams win whatever game they are playing. Normally, the only thing you have to worry about as a football team is whether or not they win or lose the game they are playing today, You worry for the offensive and defensive lines of your favorite teams, and that is the only thing that stresses you out on a normal Sunday afternoon and evening. Unfortunately, given a certain political figure’s social media posts, the focus and purpose of today’s athletic events changed.

Today, football got political.

In the past forty-eight hours, Donald Trump has tweeted his opinions regarding a quarterback’s refusal to stand during the United State’s National Anthem that plays prior. I won’t get into my own opinions regarding his stance on their stance during the national anthem and whether I agree with their refusal to stand during the national anthem, but I am impressed by the protest nonetheless.

The response from the football community has been overwhelming.

At the start of every single American football game across the country today, players of various race, creeds, and beliefs stood together in protest. The Pittsburgh Steelers and other teams remained in the locker room  in solidarity for the political climate of the country. Other members of various teams kneeled instead of normally standing, while others locked arms with their teammates to show support for the injustices that seem so common in this country. No angry words were spoken, and no violence was performed. People just acted in silent, peaceful protest.

It was heartwarming.

This world is an absolute mess nowadays. Everyone is angry at the angry world around us.  Today, protest against the world’s ills was made, and it was made correctly for once because no one got violent.

I get so sad with the way the world is sometimes.

The statement made by so many professional football players today gave me so much hope.

At the start of each professional NFL football game, as the national anthem of the united states played or was sung, most players either linked arms with their fellow players or took a knee.

No violence, no words.

I was moved by how impactful such a quiet act of defiance was.

It was my kind of protest.

Violent acts and hateful words, no matter what side of the argument you may find yourself on, are so easy to find these days, As an anti-political party citizen of the United States of America, I try to see both sides, and I hate how angry the world has become.

Today, the NFL gave me hope.


Pour Down


I love the rain.

I just hate driving in it.

Let me set the scene; I am sitting at home by my window. It is morning, but the skies are dark and cloudy. The rain is hitting so hard against the glass that I can barely see out of it. I try to focus outward, but I can only see sheets of rain. It is quiet and relaxing.

Well, it would be if I was not in a car trying to drive to work.

I hate driving in the rain. The visibility sucks, and no one seems to be sure on how to drive.

Not relaxing at all.



I hate being alone.

Don’t get me wrong; I like my me time. As a socially anxious introvert, I need time to retreat from the loud outside world around me and into my own little quiet bubble. People can just be so draining. However, I need people almost as much as I need to be aware from people. I need to hear noice as I sit alone by myself. I need that awkward conversation to fill my days and keep me away from all of the silence. Basically. I just need people to be around. I do not like to be alone.

Sunday Day


Sorry, Folks, I just do not feel like writing today.

It was and still is a lazy Sunday for me right now.

I have absolutely nothing I feel like I should write about today and have no motivation to even attempt to compose more than a sentence or two about absolutely nothing. All I want to do is to crawl back into bed and sleep for however long my body seems to think I need to sleep. I just do not have the energy or brain power to try and compose any sort of compelling writing peace.

It is just not the day.

Wedding Royal


I did not watch the royal wedding when it happened.

I currently live on the east coast, and that whole thing aired live last five in the morning.

The highlights are how I ended up catching all of the wedding day events as they unfolded. On a loop, we all got to catch each and every minute of their big day that was allowed to be seen by the public.  We got to see her simple, but elegant dress as she walked with Prince Charles down the aisle. We saw how her husband to be was star struck as she met him at the alter.

We saw it all.

Zero Days


Welcome to the United States of America.

It has been zero days since our last mass shooting.

How many days am I going to have to write this? It feels like this happens every day. We wake up, go to work or school, and get the notification that some school in a town we’ve never heard of has been devastated by an active shooter. Then, we get the ever increasing body count. Then, we argue for a bit about how great or horrible guns are. Then, there is propaganda on both the pro and anti gun sides. Then, people argue for a bit online and move on.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Miss Me When I’m Gone

In two months, I will be the resident of a different state.

I will be working, living, loving, and crying across the country. I will be away from friends and family to taken on a new position within my current company in our California office. Now, I am working on finding a place to live and moving all of my stuff out west.

I just wonder if I will be missed.

It’s selfish; I know. Asking someone to feel bad is kind of weird, but we all do it. We want our exes to be heartbroken, even if just a little, and we want people to think of us when we leave.

It’s only human.



So, I am moving across the country.

Now, I have to say my goodbyes and head out west. I have to pack all of my belongings, find a place to live, and say all of my goodbyes. As I made the official announcement on Facebook, I received a lot of well wishes. This has got me thinking.

Will I be missed?

I doubt it. I am not exactly Sally Sociable. I do try to make an effort with people, but I occasionally get forgotten or walked all over. I do not think people will actually miss me.

Who actually cares if I go?