theclearlydope:

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This is my first blog. I am trying something new as an emotional release. I have recently discovered that I tend to practice self destructive activites in forms of outlets. I fit the typical girl stereotype. I make decisions based on my emotions. I over react and then later realize how ridiculous I acted but hate admitting that I was wrong. I shop everytime I want to cry. I cry even when it doesn’t make sense. I love to gossip. And like any other stereo typical girl, I am a diehard soap opera watcher. I have gone through more friends than I have gone through traffic stops and for me, that is saying a lot. Sometimes I think I have some kind of field around me that attracts people that need help…any kind of help at all. I always end up friends with people that can use me to my full extent and then leave me standing by myself at my weakest of times. Now by friends I don’t mean the girls I party with on a saturday night or the people that I text when I want to have a time consuming conversation. By friends, I mean the rare people in life that I have chosen to open up to. As a child my mom always told me not to trust anyone, not even my own family, and especially not myself. In return I have major trust issues. However, it seems like every time I do open up to someone I am reminded exactly what my mom used to tell me. Now don’t get me wrong, I have a few people in my life that I know no matter what would stand by my side. I consider these people my gaurdian angels. I can count these people on one hand.. These people also make it hard to not trust others when these people prove that not everyone is the same. Putting aside all my trust issues, faulty friendships, and bad judgement I don’t see where people with souls can justify betraying this trust. I don’t know if it was the way I was raised or if it is just something in my blood but when I say I care about someone and I will be there for them when ever possible I am extremely sincere about it. Even a person that has taken me for everything I have. It is hard for me to grasp the concept of looking out only for yourself. But lately I have begun to wonder if that’s all a person can do to get ahead in the world. That’s all for now. If I continued with everything else that was on my mind I would run out of room to type. So until next time, soulsearching93 

I’m getting more and more nervous as my last day approaches. It’s odd to think that in twenty four days I will no longer work with the people who have not only been my friends, but grown to be my family. I’m going to miss the Hell out of them. I’m going to miss the constant laughter, the crude jokes, the “too far” comments, the snide remarks, the inside stories, the winks, the advice, the gossip, but mainly I’m going to miss the smile they put on my face. I never would have thought that a job at a drive in would have been the best thing to happen to me so far in life, but thank God it did. I don’t think I would have made it this far without my “family”…tomorrow brings another day at work. One day closer to my last, so it’s off to bed for me. Until next time, soulsearching93

ageofperil:

The New York Times today looked at 40 years of the American riot-control officer. In 1968, it was a simple uniform shirt. In 2011, it was Kevlar tactical body armor.