Christian

Hello, I’m a Christian.
My mum’s was a Christian, my father is a Christian, both sets of my grandparents are Christians. I’ve always been one.

I go to church every Sunday, yes fall asleep sometimes but doesn’t everyone? Plus, at least I show up! I think I’m better that everyone. I mean, we preach the whole we’re all sinners thing, but I’m not all that bad. Like Hitler is obviously worse than me.  I’ve sinned a couple times, a white lie here or there at all that, but nothing bad.


I love judging people. I mean all you gay, pro choice democrats are all going to hell, and that’s the honest truth. I will take every opportunity to tell you that because I’m up here and you’re down there. I’m very religious. As I mentioned already, I’m always at church. I have this big, beautiful KJV (because you know Jesus talked in Thou and Thy) Bible that I carry there every Sunday. During the week, it sits on my mantle for all the world to see. Speaking of during the week, I spend most of my days acting normal. I don’t draw too much attention to myself, I would hate for people to think I’m weird. I just do my own thing. God helps those who help themselves you know, which is why I don’t waste my time with homeless people and stuff. They’re probably gonna buy drugs with the money anyway

. So there you have it. I’m such a great person who’s going to heaven, a place I don’t really believe in but you know, got to cover all my bases.


I’m a Christian.

I mess up all the time. I’m the furthest thing from a perfect person. The truth is, me being a Christian has nothing to do with, well, me. The word itself means “Follower of Christ.” So I really can’t tell you about myself, I should tell you about who I follow. He’s this guy who gave up everything He had to redeem me. How can I help but follow Him, learn about Him, love Him, be like Him? And being like Him means loving everyone. No matter who they are and what they’ve done. After all, who am I to judge, I’m no better than them. I know all this but I’m still prone to messing up. I mean, I am human. I can’t help myself, that’s the whole point of Faith in Jesus. Not the whole getting into heaven thing that people try to make it about.



That’s what being a Christian is about.



Happy Easter everyone!

Quote of the Post: “Of all religions, the Christian should of course inspire the most tolerance, but until now Christians have been the most intolerant of all men.” –Voltaire

Song of the Post: Church Clothes by LaCrae

Scatter Brain

I haven’t updated my blog in a while. The truth is I have lacked inspiration. Many days I have opened up my laptop, ready to make a post and then… nothing. Nada. Zip. Even today as I write, I’m kind of just letting the words fall out where they lay. Safe to say, my thoughts will be very scattered here. My thoughts have been very scattered in general. So many things have been on my mind lately that I haven’t really thought of anything.  That sounds like a contradiction but it’s the best way I can explain my thought process.
Thought. It’s an interesting concept in itself. I was on the bus today and was thinking about what sets us humans apart from the rest of the animal kingdom. I mean some could say our personalities but I think a valid argument could be made claiming animals have personalities as well. I mean, cats have attitude (I hate them), dogs are like little kids, cheeky but lovable, etc. No, I think what sets us apart is the fact that we are aware. Aware of ourselves, of the world. I’m not talking about the fact that we know we are alive. Animals know that. That’s what sets them (us?) apart from plants and stuff; but humans, we are aware. We think. We think past how to survive, find a mate and reproduce. Past the current situation at hand. We think abstract. We philosophize. We dream.
It’s actually pretty beautiful. Humans are an amazing, remarkable species. The fact that we have this ability tells us that there’s more to life than the laws of physics and biology (there’s chemistry and math too, JK, but you know what I mean). Back to the whole abstract thinking thing, it’s such an overlooked phenomenon that makes us special. Almost perfect.
However, then you turn on the news and see, well, everything. The tears, violence, disease, hunger. Hate. It’s like out special ability has evolved into this grotesque thing that far from what it was intended to me. Our ability to dream has allowed us to discover more ways to hurt. But even despite it all, I think, no, I know that there’s still hope for us.
We are all redeemable. I truly believe that.
This is a really short post. I apologize. I’m not gonna put a song or a quote with it. Just some food for thought:

In this broken world, how can we possibly be redeemable?

Letter to my Middle School Bullies

Hello.

How are you.

I’m good, thank you for asking.

So, here we are. Four years later. Six, from when you started—decided—that it would be fun to tear down the spirits of a twelve year old. I wish six grade me could see me now. Happy. Relatively well liked. Accepted. She dreamed of this day. She hoped that it would happen but each day she walked into Ms. M classroom, she began to believe that it would never come.
She never understood why you treated her the way you did. Why you called her the names you called. What she did to make you… hate her so much. She started the first day in that school a happy-go-lucky child. A—dare I say—confident, chatty person. She was always a social person. She had to be, the constant moving forced her to. She never had trouble making friends. She never had enemies, until you decided to make one out of her.

When looking back at grade 6, all I can remember is sitting in the girl’s washroom, crying. Bearing my soul to the empty tiles of the bathroom floor in the form of sobs.

Staring at the cold mirror, trying to wash the redness out of my eyes so you wouldn’t know just how sad you made me. I think the worst thing was knowing that it wasn’t anything that I had done that made you treat me this way, it was simply who I was. Because I wasn’t pretty enough, cool enough, rich enough…THIN enough, I wasn’t deserving of your… kindness. I wanted to tell someone but I couldn’t because if I did, they would tell my parents and they would pull me out of the school. It was a private school and I knew how much they were struggling to give me the best possible education they could afford, I couldn’t break their hearts by telling them that it was hurting me. So instead, I let my own heart break instead. And crumble it did. Until there was nothing left in me. Until the will to live started to diminish. How bad would I be if I died really? My parents would be relieved the financial burden of raising me. You guys, you would be forced to say nice things about—as is what we do when speaking of the deceased. It would almost be poetic. Somehow, I carried on. I woke up every day and walked into Ms. M class, choked down my lunch in the washroom, rinsed my face and repeat.


Eventually it stopped—you stopped. I wish I could say it was because you matured, but the truth is, it was because you found a new target. I think the worst thing is slowly, I became like you. I was thirteen, scared of you turning back on me so I joined you, but that’s no excuse. It’s one of my biggest regrets. And to the girl we talked about—I’m sorry, I truly am. Even then when you all claimed to be my friend, I knew you weren’t being completely honest. I still heard the unkind nicknames, the mean rumours, snark giggles. The only difference now was that these were done in whispers.


 It hurt more.

It hurt more because this time you were supposed to be my friends, but every time I turned my back to walk away, I saw your knives in my peripheral vision.
Now years have passed and I have moved on. The memories still remain, they always will. They have become a part of who I am and my story. And as I sit this cold February evening, now “officially” and adult, vulnerable, I have just one thing to tell you all:

I forgive you.
Sincerely,
Natalie Stravens
Song of the post: Mean by Taylor Swift

Quote of the Post: Sometimes bullies are your friends and very rarely do bullying prevention tips acknowledge this fact or what to do about it. -Rosalind Wiseman

Impersonating the Love Guru

How many times do you hear a guy rant about how “all girls” are shallow and don’t care about honesty, trampling all over their hearts. Then the same time here girls talk about how “all guys” act the exact same way. Honestly, I’m sick of it. I feel like the generalization of people dehumanizes them and is just plain immature.

I guess the major root of all this is the bitterness cause by failed relationships (or almost relationships) that seems to completely shape people’s paradigm of the opposite sex. Well, maybe that’s valid… to some degree. However, there are a few generalizations made about guys and girls that have always gotten on my nerves. Here is a few:
All girls friendzone the “good guys”. Ok, there are three problems with this. First of all, most guys who I have heard complain about being ‘friendzoned’ have never bothered to even ASK the girl out. Okay, you cannot complain about that if you don’t even have the guts to be assertive enough and ASK! She is not a mind reader.

 There’s a reason I never root for the best friend in books. You’ve known this girl for years, why suddenly when she’s into someone else you decide to tell her you love her. Like can you not?

Secondly, the other hand is the guys who do ask and the girl tells them she just sees them as a friend and they get mad. She is entitled to her own emotions and you can’t FORCE her to like you back. Some even just say yes out of pity but when there’s nothing there, there’s nothing there. The fact that you complain about that is very selfish and makes me question your ‘nice guy-ness”. This is also connected to the other myth nice guys finish last which isn’t true. Maybe the reason it’s not working with this person because they aren’t the person for you. You “finish last” because the “one” or whatever is the LAST person you decide to pursue and it’s magic.
The last thing wrong with this is girls are friendzoned just as much as guys… just saying.
All guys are jerks/ all girls are shallow. No, they are not. There are really nice people in the world. Yes there are some but if you just step out of your exclusive bubble and got to know new people, you would find them. Make friends with new people. Honestly, some of the best relationships come out of friendships because you’ve already established that sense of trust and not just liking someone based on their outside appearance. My teacher once talked about how stupid first dates are because people come all dolled up, acting like someone they are not and by the time you find out who they are, they are someone completely different. Also, a lot of people who think other people are shallow or jerks liked/dated those people in the first place based on their looks. If it was truly about whom they were, why are you complaining about it later. You’re just as shallow as they are.
Girls and Guys can’t be good friends without falling for each other. This sounds slightly contradictory to my previous point but it’s not, girls and guys CAN be just friends. Yes, some friendships bloom into more, but if every friendship bloomed then there would be no more friends and everyone would be in polygamous relationships. Your significant other should be your best friend, that doesn’t mean your friend will be your significant other. We live in the 21st century and let’s move on from that.  
Cheating. This isn’t so much a myth as it is a problem with relationships. Frankly, I don’t get it. Why do people cheat? Like I understand you finding someone else—which means you didn’t truly love the first person—but I don’t understand why you have to reel that person along while you hang out with others. If you’re over someone, move on. Why hurt them even more by cheating. I would rather be dumped for someone else than cheated on but stayed with. Also, the “other woman (or man)” baffles me. Why would you want a person who cheats. If they cheated on the previous person, they will with you. The whole affair confuses me. (LOL, get it, affair? :D)
Long Distance Relationships don’t work. I honestly can’t speak in certainty about this subject. I haven’t been in one that works but I know of some that have. My conclusion, some do work. It’s possible but it depends on the people. You know yourself. You know whether or not you can handle it.
Love at first sight. Ok, Disney ruined love—though they did finally get it right in Frozen. You cannot love someone by simply seeing them. You can be infatuated with them and then grow into love but not at that moment you met them. If you say you did, you’re a superficial person because honestly, the only thing you have to go on them is their looks.
Opposites Attract. This is both true and false. Yes, people can be attracted to people different from them, out of curiosity and what not. However, you have to have some stuff in common for a relationship to work. It’s just simple logic. However, two people are supposed to complement each other so the differences you DO have should work in harmony with each other.
Happy couples don’t fight. LOL! That’s the biggest lie. If you never fight, that’s actually a sign that something is wrong. Disagreements—when worked out—make a relationship stronger. Whether it’s a romantic one, family one, friendship, etc. People have varying opinions and they clash sometimes, it’s how you deal with it that matters.
Love is butterflies in my stomach. I literally wrote a whole post on this.here

So I guess that’s it. I didn’t mean to turn into a love guru or anything, I’m just tired of all the stupid, failed high school stuff and all.

Anyway, Valentine’s is soon so I guess it sorta fits, but my final thought is not rush relationships. I know you’ve heard it a million times but it’s true, when it’s right and it’s time, it will happen. (and that time is not when you’re 12)







Song of the post: Dear No One by Tory Kelly 













Quote of the Post: Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable. -Bruce Lee

Book Worm Love

I love reading, I really do and admittedly, I have fallen prey to many of the book fandom craziness that have swept the world. Hunger Games, read it (though in my defense it was when it was only mildly popular and way before the first movie.) Series of unfortunate events, Narnia, all read when I was 10-11. Alex Rider series. Percy Jackson. Divergent. Fault in our Stars. All of them and a bunch of other obscure series that no one’s really heard of (because I’m hipster like that). Didn’t do Harry Potter though, nothing against it just wasn’t allowed to read it when I was younger and by the time I was, the craze had died down and didn’t feel the need to, though one day I will. Twilight. No. Okay, my introduction to twilight was around the time the first movie came out. All my friends were reading it; I was in middle school so I thought, why not? Watched the first two movies, found it boring; read half of the first book, fell asleep. I just couldn’t get myself into it and Edward creeped me out with his stalking thing. I mean, I’d personally be like:

What I do remember doing is Wikipedia-ing the ending. Okay, was I the only person who thought it was weird, no, disturbing that Jacob fell in love with an infant? Sure she grew up fast and all but she was a BABY!!! Why are we seeing this glorification of pedophilia and just being like aww, it’s so sweet. They are imprinted forever.  That’s more of a nope moment.

I think the Youtuber, Alex Day also ruined it for me because of his series a couple years ago. That was also when any shred of respect for it completely left. I prefer to keep my brain cells, thank you very much and go read some… Shakespeare or something.
I know it sounds like I threw in Shakespeare as a random, well referenced author but I do legitimately like reading him, especially the comedies. (Favourite play is As You like It) His stories are humorous and clever and somehow relatable, all written in beautiful language—though admittedly, sometimes you need a little SparkNotes to appreciate that beauty. Now when I ask you for the name of a Shakespearean play, I’m sure one of the first ones you think about is Romeo and Juliet. That could possibly be the only one I absolutely hate that he wrote. Okay, he must have been slightly high when he wrote that. I think the thing I hate about it the most isn’t the plot itself, it’s more the fact that it has become the epiphany of what love is and that annoys me. Romeo and Juliet were just a bunch of hormonal teenagers who got so many people killed because they couldn’t wait.
 I mean let’s just analyze the ending, (*spoiler alert* but honestly if you don’t know how it ends, that is pretty sad because it’s been out for centuries and is a famous literary work.) Romeo finds Juliet ‘dead’ and kills himself in sorrow, she wakes up and sees him really dead and then kills herself in sorrow. Initial reaction: WTF? Okay, do you know how that story starts? Romeo was in love with some other random girl called Rosaline who wanted to be a nun so that couldn’t work. He met Juliet at a party his friend took him to so he could forget his troubles. Juliet is the freaking rebound girl. THE REBOUND GIRL.  Take that in. It took lover boy Romeo a whole afternoon to get over Rosaline. So if he had just used his common sense and been like, “oh Juliet’s dead. So sad. I’ll mourn her now but life goes on (and you know another girl could walk right in and I’ll ‘fall’ for her too).” Then Juliet would have woken up by now and it would be a happily ever after! Yay! But no, he had to be a stupid teenager. I mean he was what? 15? And Juliet was like 13? And let’s go back to the fact that it was THREE DAYS! Not even a week! Why are these people the romanticized image of love? I do not think at 13 or 15 you know what love is. You might know crush or infatuation or even lust but not love, at least not that kind.
Yeah, so that rant went off but it had to be made. My point is—I don’t even know anymore. Basically, Valentine’s Day is coming soon and I think the whole forever alone-ness moping part of me is creeping out. Anyway, love is… not something you find in 3 days at 13-15 years of age and is not some creepy guy watching you sleep. Also books are cool.
Yup, that was the point I was making. (It was probably gonna be some inspirational thing about the power of books and words but whatever).
Song of the Post: S.A.D. by Joseph Vincent
Quote of the Post:Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.-Albert Einstein

How to rule the world

Disclaimer: Everything in the post is for completely comedic purposes and should not be taken seriously. If by some chance you do take it seriously and use the plans and/or ideas talked about in this and it actually works, I would like some sort of recognition preferably in the monetary form. If the person and/or group that does this is an evil dictator and/or organization, then I ask for a place in your government however if you are overthrown, I will turn on you. Actually, it would be a lot easier if you just give me money because I’m graduating soon and it would be nice to not have to take student loans. If this is the CIA, NSA and all other organizations ending with A (not forgetting the FBI, INTERPOL, and NCIS) and you are considering putting me on a terrorist watch list, please refer to the first sentence of this disclaimer. You’re all watching me anyway and know I’m not a threat.
Have you noticed how every blockbuster movie has evil men trying to take over the world with the States as their primary target—word of advice, when aliens attack, do not go to New York. No offence to the home of the brave and the free but anyone who has even minor knowledge of how the world runs wouldn’t target the them first. Yes, they are a world power but with their current expanding debt and their growing obesity, they would not come into my own personal plan of world domination.
Now I’m not saying that I want to take over the world, don’t get me wrong. I’m just expressing my opinion of how I would do it if I were a powerful, power hungry war mogul who had her mind set on ruling the planet. Lucky for everyone, I’m just a seventeen year old girl who thinks that’s too much work and I have finals in 3 weeks.
So my plan for ruling the world is a mixture of simple political manipulation and simple creative imagination. The first thing I’d do is seize control of the Strait of Hormuz and the Bab el_Mandab, allowing me to control a major oil route and restrict access to many countries. How I will do that, like I said exams are in 3 weeks and I don’t have time to work out the kinks though I figure it will involve me becoming a charismatic leader with a great following—I’m thinking hipsters—and creating a private army. On the other hand,  I could just make it an army of angsty teenage soldiers who will do what I say because first, I’ll kidnap a couple popular icons (Justin Bieber, One Direction, Benedict Cumberbatch, David Tennant, Matt Smith, etc), hold them at gunpoint (or pay them meaning before all this I’ll have to rob a bank) allowing me to use them to use their fan girls. I mean that kind dedication is just what I need when trying to take over the world. I’ll also become friends with Russia (Well it will be more like, “Hey Russia, I’ll give you cheap oil if you do whatever I say” kind of friendship) and employing the use of the military. I would use the States military but they are way too patriotic to let a non American use it so that’s ruled out. 
The next thing I will have do is befriend China( by befriend, I’m talking about the same dealio—did I just say that—that I have with Russia. Then I’ll have China stop financing other countries and the economies of these countries go back into recession. Now of course the other countries will try and stop me, but with the lack of oil, lack of China’s money coupled with the Russia’s nukes, they won’t be able or willing to do much without careful consideration. So I’ll agree to a diplomatic meeting—through video chat because if I meet them in person, they’ll probably try and assassinate me. Also, I think it’s best to never reveal my identity just because if all this fails, they’d never expect a random teenage girl to do all this, and I’ll be good. Anyway, in this diplomatic meeting I’ll promise to let the countries get on with their business, give the oil, money and what not if they sign a treaty giving me absolute power. J
One thing I fail to mention is that I wouldn’t be a crazy-selfish apocalyptic dictator. No, I’d be very good in fixing the world’s problems. I’d hire a very extremist friend of mine, SD, as a director of threat eliminating who will… wow, that’s a whole other issue right there. Then I’ll divide and distribute goods better than they are right now. I mean I know it sounds a little communism-y but it won’t be. It would be like a socialist/imperialistic mixure where everyone will be fed and have adequate opportunities but—you know—you still have to work and stuff. So like Canada but worldwide.
But like I said, “ain’t nobody got time for that,” and my religion exam is gonna be brutal.
Quote of the Post: Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man’s character, give him power.-Abraham Lincoln

Song of the Post: Mad World- Gary Jules

In Hindsight

Happy 2014 everyone!

Can I first express how disappointed I am with technology? Hello, where are the holographic video chats and the flying cars? I was really looking forward to a new hoverboard for Christmas. C’mon Science! You’re slacking.

Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I wanted to do a little recap on 2013 and what this new year means to me… all that sentimental mumbo jumbo. Everyone seems to be talking about how 2013 was such a bad year with all the deaths and natural disasters. I admit it wasn’t the roaring 20’s but 2013 was an ok year. Like every year it had its ups and downs, but what year doesn’t? Here’s what 2013 was for me, the good and bad:

This is small on the grand scale of thing but if I hear “Blurred Lines” again I think I’m gonna shoot myself. I think a little part of my soul dies a little every time it comes on. There were others that were abominations to the Arts but that one particularly irks me. 

On the more serious side of things, a lot of people died this year, and I don’t just mean the famous ones. It’s sad, but I think what’s more sad is the fact that some people’s lives were considered more valuable than others. Don’t get me wrong, my heart goes out to the families of all those celebrities that died, but it also goes out to the others. Where’s the mourning for the infants that die every day in a developing country because they didn’t get the right facilities to cure a disease as simple as the common cold. Or the newly orphaned family who’s mum died of HIV/AIDS. Then there’s the death of Nelson Mandela. He was a great man and an inspiration to us all. However, I don’t understand why everyone was so sad about his life. He lived a long and fulfilling life, we should be celebrating it, not mourning it. Nelson Mandela isn’t a man who died, He LIVED!

National Disasters were another wave tragedy in 2013. They were devastating, I’m not gonna argue that. However, the human race is faced with great tragedies every year. I think it says more of how we deal with it and the triumph of the human spirit. Even with all the horror, I say many band together to help those in need. Now let’s not argue the merits of charities and if all the money got to them, but the fact that people went out of the way to help and donate to the cause is what we should be discussing.

This year is honestly a blur to me. I know it’s not been the best because I remember being sad or mad or whatever but I can’t remember what I was mad or sad or whatever about (real intellectual sentence right there). I make me think how insignificant that was in the grand scale of things. Like the ice storm we had here in Toronto.  Sure it sucked and we lost power but at the same time it forced me—and others I bet—to actually spend time with their family this holidays. I know the whole “silver linings” explanation usually sounds so terribly cliché but I warned you this post will be filled with sentimental mumbo jumbo. The anwswer don’t always have to be grand and mind blowing, sometimes it’s something we already know but choose to ignore.

Now on the positive side of things, these are more personal than the above ones. 2013 was a good year for friendship in my life. Not only did I wake a lot of new friends but my friendship with current ones really blossomed. I have a lot of friends who were just people I didn’t really know but hanged out with but I think on a more emotional level, I got to know many of them this year. I guess it’s because it’s going on my third year in one place which is an achievement for me. I’ve only stayed 3 years in one school once before and this will be the last time because of me graduating and all. It was also a great year for new friends. You know how you have these connections with people where you click and become amazing friends in such a short period of time, well that happened to me a lot this year. It must be because of all the camps and the mission trip I went on and being forced to spend time with the same people around the clock. What’s even more amazing is the fact that I still kept in contact with a lot of them which usually doesn’t happen. I’m tired of regretting cultivating friendships that could have been so I decided to change that. This year was also one of life changing experiences. True, I had to travel to another side of the world to experience it, but it happened none the less. So yeah, I guess 2013 was a good year for me. I dunno how it was for you, but what I do know is that no matter how bad things get, there truly is a silver lining.
Sorry for the cheesiness with extra cheese.

Quote of the Post: “I am fundamentally an optimist. Whether that comes from nature or nurture, I cannot say. Part of being optimistic is keeping one’s head pointed toward the sun, one’s feet moving forward. There were many dark moments when my faith in humanity was sorely tested, but I would not and could not give myself up to despair. That way lays defeat and death.”- Nelson Mandela