So yeah...

I'm 40.

Yup, I turned 40 a week ago. Leading up to it, I was depressed and scared. Any end of a decade is scary. I've started to look at it as the beginning of a new decade. I forget to act like I'm 40. I had this vision of what 40 is. What 40 should be. It's not that. Not at all.

I'm still me. Immature, giggly, silly me. I like some of the stuff my kids like. I like some of the stuff my mom likes. I like some of the stuff no one likes.

Yeah, lots of people tell me age is just a number. It's so hard to buy that until it happens. I'm learning to let things go. I'm learning that holding on to things makes you old. I'm trying to laugh more. I'm trying to be what I always thought I should be. Happy.

Nothing in particular has changed, yet everything has changed. My life is still crazy, I'm just trying to find the funny in everything. Funny makes me stress less.

I'm high strung and sometimes it's hard to find the funny. I'm not pulling it off all the time, but I'm pulling it off some of the time.

I'm remembering to treat people like people. Not everyone deserves my respect, but they do deserve courtesy. People tend to blend the 2 words together, but in reality they're very different. I'm trying to remember to be courteous.

40's not too bad so far.

~Kim

Two wrongs don't...

make a right, but four lefts do....

So there's tons of controversy about gay marriage. It's every where. While I'm not gay, it doesn't affect me personally, but it affects millions of people. People. That's what all of the advocates are forgetting are involved here. People, with feelings. People whose feelings maybe different than the majority, but they are feelings just the same.

First of all, what gives any government the right to decide who can fall in love with whom? Oh right...the people who don't want things to change. The status quo is comfortable. Just like it was in the 50s, 60s, and 70s when "white" people were "protected" from "black" people by segregating schools, restaurants, buses, bathrooms, and even drinking fountains. I mean, holy shit! Save me from...another person...a person...say it again, a person! You've got to be kidding me!

We're all people, we all start out as an egg and a sperm. We all have a gestation period of, roughly, nine months. Our parents all had sex to conceive us. I mean, what the hell? This is supposed be a country of freedom. Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness, right? Why does that only seem to apply to white heterosexual people?

Oddly, I'm a white heterosexual person. I treat people respectfully (when they've earned it) and considerately regardless of what color their skin is, who their husband/wife is, and even their social class. Obviously, I notice those things, but unless you give me a reason to be a bitch to you, I won't simply do it because you're not like me.

As long as you're not stealing from me, hurting me, or keeping me from living my life how I see fit, what the fuck do I care what you do? If it doesn't affect you, why do you care if Susan and Sharon want to get married, or Steve and Dillion want to adopt a baby? WHY DO YOU CARE?! Think about it for a minute...

Even if you believe gay people are going to hell, is their marriage sending you to hell? NO! It's not! So WHY does it matter? Religion is not even a factor in this, because your religion doesn't affect anyone except you. This country was founded on religious freedom, so religion arguments are moot. (Read a history book if you think I'm full of shit)

I think purple toenails are pretty and you think pink are pretty. We disagree, but NEITHER affects YOU or ME! If we all believed the same thing, did the same thing, lived the same way, this world would be pretty fucking boring.

Even if being gay was a choice (which, by the way, I don't believe at all), it's THEIR choice, not YOURS.

Get over yourselves, it's not about you.

~Kim