A white woman, about 51 years old, was seated next to a black man on an airplane. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air hostess. "Madam, what is the matter?" the hostess asked. "You obviously do not see it," she responded. "You placed me next to a black man. I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat." "Be calm please," the hostess replied. "Almost all the places on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another place is available." The Hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later. "Mam, I spoke to the captain and he informed me that there is also no seat in the business class. All the same, we still have one place in the first class." Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued, "It is not usual for our company to permit someone from the economy class to sit in the first class. However, given the circumstances, the captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting." The hostess turned to the black man and said "Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in first class." At that moment, the other passengers who were shocked by what they had just witnessed stood up and applauded.
i can’t have this AMAZING faith in God and see all this shit happen to people.
it’s his plan, i know, his perfect plan but guess what?
i don’t like the twists in the road. why do some struggle while some go about their perfectly born with a silver spoon life? i guess i shall go read the bible and say "sorry for trying to fuck with your plan, again."
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky tacky, Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same. There’s a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one, And they’re all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses All went to the university, Where they were put in boxes And they came out all the same, And there’s doctors and lawyers, And business executives, And they’re all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same.
And they all play on the golf course And drink their martinis dry, And they all have pretty children And the children go to school, And the children go to summer camp And then to the university, Where they are put in boxes And they come out all the same.
And the boys go into business And marry and raise a family In boxes made of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. There’s a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one, And they’re all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same.
i used to be ashamed to admit that i took medication. i didn’t want friends to know, i told me family and the friends closest to me- i thought i’d be labeled “crazy”, or the one who can’t live without pills.
i refused to be ashamed because zoloft has changed my life. without this medication i truly do not believe that i would be alive. it got to a point where my obsessive irrational thoughts consumed me day and night. i didn’t eat, i didn’t sleep, i felt like an alien in my own body. it scares me to know i was once so fucking low. to know how close to breaking i was.
i couldn’t get through a school day without going to the guidance office, without laying down and breathing, talking to the secretary to try and see if i could distract myself. my therapist tried to help- but it just wasn’t happening. something needed to be done. the day i went to the doctor for that medication was a terrifying day. i felt like a failure- had this so called anxiety that i brought upon myself really defeat me?
i am not ashamed. i will speak out.
when i tell people i have ocd they say- “oh, are you like a neat freak?”
ocd is much more than that. a chemical in my brain is missing, a message is not being sent. when i used to think an irrational thought i couldn’t realize that it was irrational- hence the obsessive. the thought went throughout my head over and over and over and over and over and my rational mind knew it was irrational- but my brain couldn’t comprehend the message.
do not tell me ocd is a made up disorder. do not tell me people who have it do for attention. do not sit there and mock people for having a disorder. do not utter a word of judgement until you live my life, until you’ve reached the lowest low.
i’m not afraid anymore, i will not be shushed. i will speak out. i will accept, i will acknowledge. i will help those who are suffering, i will do my best to bring light to this disorder.