You can make a difference

Dear reader, I implore you to focus on encouraging the government to reconsider the animal rights act as it stands, and spread the word to make a stand against battery farming. The fact that battery farms exist is beyond reproachable and proves that the current law is not good enough...by far. Currently, farm animals are crammed into cages they cannot move in, so much so that their muscles atrophy. Can you imagine not being able to move your entire life? Chickens are sometimes debeaked or declawed without anesthetic or calves tails are docked. Their environment does not allow for them to even access sunlight. These animals have no way to carry out their natural behavior, so they live in devastation and utter suffering. I beg you to back this cause, and not allow the profit of these methods dictate your decision. This is a matter of humanity because anyone who supports this style of farming or turns a blind eye to it, suffers from lack of compassion and in my opinion, they don't deserve to call themselves a human being. PLEASE make a difference and help set a president for the rest of the world to follow.Please write to the government, any media agency, farmers involved in battery farming, and anything else you can think of, to convey the importance of this message. THANK YOU xx

Social fabric part 2

 

A while back I was thinking about how some people seem to make use of a social fabric that they use to communicate with the world around them. To me, it explained a basic theory of why they seem so much more at ease in their own skin. It dawned on me this morning, that it doesn't necessarily come down to particular personality traits, psychology or some mystical understanding, as much as it does openness. Being open allows others into your space.

Of course it makes sense, and is completely obvious, you need oxygen to  ignite and maintain a flame.

Yesterday I found myself wishing that I could feel more involved in social situations I find myself 'in'. Sadly, there is a vast difference between being present and actually being present. Most of the time, you are the only person holding yourself back from really interacting. My problem is this: as soon as another person in the room has a strong personality, it seems to act like an unconscious signal for me to make way. It's like I have single handedly invented my very own invisibility cloak.

This is something that's affected me my entire life and it's gotten to the point of no return. I'm either going to find a way to overcome this major disability, or it's going to consume me. I'm told I need to focus on good thoughts about myself, but how do I hold onto that feeling when I find myself in that situation? Any ideas? Do I fake it till I make it? I'm starting to think that's the only way, I just hope I have it within myself. I'll have to go with, 'I know I do'.

I think the key lies in allowing yourself to be and realizing that just because others take up a great deal of space, doesn't mean it diminishes your own. There is enough to go around.

My favourite author

 Babycakes by Neil Gaiman
A few years back all the animals went away.
We woke up one morning, and they just weren't there anymore.  They didn't even leave us a note, or say goodbye.  We never figured out quite where they'd gone.
We missed them.
Some of us thought that the world had ended, but it hadn't.  There just weren't any more animals.  No cats or rabbits, no dogs or whales, no fish in the seas, no birds in the skies.
We were all alone.
We didn't know what to do.
We wandered around lost, for a time, and then someone pointed out that just because we didn't have animals anymore, that was no reason to change our lives.  No reason to change our diets or to cease testing products that might cause us harm.
After all, there were still babies.
Babies can't talk.  They can hardly move.  A baby is not a rational, thinking creature.
We made babies.
And we used them.
Some of them we ate.  Baby flesh is tender and succulent. 
We flayed their skin and decorated ourselves in it.  Baby leather is soft and comfortable.
Some of them we tested.
We taped open their eyes, dripped detergents and shampoos in, a drop at a time.
We scarred them and scalded them.  We burnt them.  We clamped them and planted electrodes into their brains.  We grafted, and we froze, and we irradiated.
The babies breathed our smoke, and the babies' veins flowed with our medicines and drugs, until they stopped breathing or until their blood ceased to flow.
It was hard, of course, but it was necessary.
No one could deny that.
With the animals gone, what else could we do?
Some people complained, of course.  But then, they always do.
And everything went back to normal.
Only...
Yesterday, all the babies were gone.
We don't know where they went.  We didn't even see them go.
We don't know what we're going to do without them.
But we'll think of something.  Humans are smart.  It's what makes us superior to the animals and the babies.
We'll figure something out.

You can see it, just by looking at her…

(Pssst, she's the one on the right)

The trouble I have with words is when I try to use them they collapse and malfunction. Especially when I have such an important message to get out of me. That being said, I think it's important I give it my best shot. What I'm trying to say is this…

My sister is an incredible animal. She is beautiful and charming, dangerously so. All the wonderful adjectives you wish someone would think of when hearing your name, she owns them. Effortlessly. 

She means the absolute world to me. I love you Vics x

Far too ordinary a girl

All my life I've been cautioned about how practically everything and everyone is dangerous, it's no wonder I get nervous simply interacting with a group of people. It's been drummed in that it's more important to be cautious than adventurous and it's gotten me safely nowhere. I'm so tired of playing it safe, it's so predictable. An unspoken fear governs all of my decisions, it holds me back in countless ways. The only possible answer? An obvious one, starting right now I will have to push myself to try more, meet more fellow hoomans and live 'dangerously'.

Now this I have to try…

http://inkspiredcreations.com/geodesic-ornament-tutorial/

Social fabric

Of late I've wondered how and why some folks are so effortlessly sociable. It's as if there is an unspoken language lubricated by this assumed rapport. It unites everyone. Regardless of background, interests or beliefs. It accepts opinion and turns a blind eye on unfair judgement. It's honest and open, it allows the competent to live proudly within their own skin. It removes conforming from the equation. Where was I when these items of gregarious armor were being circulated?