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Sometimes I find it hard when I feel that the world hates me for what I believe.


In reality, I barely know what the world. It's just various media I encounter which all seem to fervently disagree with me.


Whose morality should laws and legislation reflect?


There are a lot of things I don't agree with which are legal. And I mostly think that's okay, because people get to make choices, and I may not agree with those choices, but I'm not going to throw stones, either.

I have family and friends who have made choices I disagree with. I still love them. I don't think less of them... (Well, okay, sometimes I think my family just have to live with my judgements, but that feels like a different issue. Maybe because I don't think that my thinking less of them is actually a good thing.)


I get pissed off when people seem to think that accepting that others get to make their own choices isn't enough, you have to be prepared to stand up on a soap box and say I think they've made the right choices for them.

Because, no.

I'm not Voltaire. I'm not sure that I'm prepared to defend you to the death for believing in what I do not. And since I'm not throwing stones, I'm not sure why you're grouping me with others who do.


I wish the argument were less about trying to change people's minds about what they believe are right choices, and more about the issue of whose idea of right and wrong should be guiding government.


Tolerance should still be a two-way street. I don't see how tolerating someone who believes something with which you disagree is any different to tolerating someone who thinks you're wrong.

But that doesn't seem to be the case. This is why we keep our mouths shut.

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posted by goose-girl
on September, 2011
while listening to Winter's Night

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need (lyrics by cindy morgan)

paint me a window / so I can see
over the rainbow / inside of me

'cause I'm not the strongman
I am the one in need

if I were a circus / traveling around
would I be the high wire / or the one falling down?

to show you the real me / is the hardest of all
should I stay silent / or risk the fall?

'cause I'm not the strongman / I am the one
just who I am / and just who you see
a strange contradiction/ won't let me be