Trust

I am constantly told that not trusting anyone is wrong, but in my eyes I never get hurt so how can that be classified as “wrong”? I am content finding confidence in myself and not relying on people for my happiness. When you are enjoying someone’s company, you are sharing your own individual happiness, which is what makes the connection. You are your own person and your independence shared with another is what makes a true healthy relationship. What happens when you are abandoned, dumped, or even screwed over by someone who you gave all your trust to? It hurts. But if you never fully told them you trusted them with all your heart then you somewhat convince yourself that you didn’t need them and it doesn’t take as long to get over the person. I’m not saying it doesn’t take time but when you realize that that person was just a part of your life not your whole life, you begin to realize that void can eventually be filled. Whether it’s a best friend or boyfriend who loves you dearly, everyone is in it for themselves. As harsh as that sounds, it’s the truth in this world. Now I’m not saying I don’t trust people with certain things, I mean I trust my friends to stand up for me, and I trust my boyfriend to be there when times get tough. However, I don’t trust that either of them would die for me. Once you find someone that would risk his or her own life for yours then you can call me out and say that trusting someone is possible. (This does not go for parents; of course we can trust our own mother and father). I’m sorry if this sounded cynical, just at this point in college I’m starting to see what other people can do to another for their own selfish desires.

Yes I am girl, and I have a Batman fetish

Batman is hands down the greatest superhero ever thought up, mainly because he is not a superhero at all. He is a normal man, who has combined training, resources, and incorruptible morals to become the ultimate hero. Bruce Wayne, Batman’s alter ego, is an unbelievably wealthy, young man that inherited his fortune from his father’s company Wayne Enterprises. His father’s company is an applied science division, which allows Batman to obtain all of his weapons, armor, and other necessary gadgets. As far as Batman’s training goes, it is unclear where and how he received his early martial arts training. In Batman’s pursuit of truly understanding the criminal mind, he is put into a Bhutanese prison where he is found by Henri Ducard. Ducard offers Bruce an opportunity to truly find himself. Ducard turns out to be the leader of a group called the League of Shadows, a group that rids cities of their evil by destroying the city all together. It is at the training spot for the League of Shadows that Bruce Wayne is trained in Ninjutsu, the art of the Ninja. When Bruce is tested by Ducard to end the life of a criminal peasant, he cannot follow through. Bruce then proceeds to kill Ra’s al Ghul, the fake leader of the League of Shadows. In this battle, the training center is destroyed, and Bruce saves the life of Henri Ducard. Bruce leaves him unconscious with a peasant and leaves to go back to Gotham. On his plane flight with Alfred, his butler, he decides that he needs to become more than a man in order to purge his city of Gotham from it’s injustice. After research and acquiring the necessary resources, Bruce decides to make his hero encompass what he fears most, a bat. Through his training, knowledge, and resources, Batman is born.

I love you?

Since the word love is misused all the time, how are we supposed to know when someone really means it? Is it in their eyes? Is it heard in the tone of their voice? Or is it seen in their body language? Even if these characteristics give away the truth, to some it may not feel special anymore. The fact that even as college students we overuse this word, it has started to take away the true meaning. At least for me it has. It’s hard to believe that after spending one night with me a girl can say, “ Oh my God you’re totally my best friend I love you”. Love doesn’t just cover the romantic side for there is the bond between friendships that can define love as well. But if you hear a person throw the word out to anyone he or she is with, how can you distinguish between the truth and the lies? What happens when you really like someone and you want that four letter word to come at a special time but instead it slips out in a sentence like “ id still love you if you were fat”? There may be different meanings to the word love that I am just unaware of, but when I hear love I no longer classify it as something meaningful. This may be dramatic but seriously why has all the emotion from this word drained out like the bottom of a swimming pool? I believe it has to do with the present generation of teens that has completely eradicated the passion love is supposed to generate between two human beings. Its’ not the teenagers fault that they overuse love, but that media allows everything to be so accessible these days that nothing has a special meaning. This generation is constantly exposed to love as being something sexual and physical it’s hard for teens to see it as a sentimental feeling. Paris Hiltons’ famous saying, “Loves it” has caused people to mock Paris, and the word love is just being thrown all around in the wrong way. I guess the point I’m trying to reach is how do we know when to take the word love seriously? Maybe people don't really understand the meaning till they go through it, or until they loose it, but it should never be left that late. The ideal situation would be for people to just not say something unless they really mean it, or understand why they are saying it. Is that impossible because we aren't perfect, am i asking too much?

With all this Evil, is there a God?

Every day we either see or hear about innocent people suffering for no apparent reason. These ongoing disasters force people to believe that there is no God. If He did exist, wouldn’t He do everything in his power to stop the chaos in this world? People have come to believe that what God stands for isn’t what is said in the bible. As humans, we have put God up on this pedestal, and have high expectations of what He is capable of doing. When God does not meet our expectations, we begin to underestimate his powers. If indeed God does exist, why does He hesitate to help when some innocent child drowns in the nearby river? If God put us here on earth to do good, why would He allow evil in the world?
In contrast, God may exist but allow for evil in order to teach us humans a lesson. Evil may bring to our attention, that there is no unnecessary suffering in this world. Imagine having to run 3 miles in the scorching heat without water and no break. At the end of the run your coach hands you a bottle filled with ice-cold water. I bet that water tastes good. Now, picture those 3 miles with 10-minute intervals in order to drink water. After those 3 miles, that water doesn’t taste as refreshing. Your coach allowed you to suffer so you knew how to appreciate that water at the end of the run. In order to experience the good life, we may need to be exposed to a little suffering, for the outcome could be beneficial. We appreciate more in life when we see the cruelty some have to face. Now this objection does raise the question of why so much suffering, what is the limit? We can conclude God exists if there was minimal suffering, yet this much pain makes us question his presence. Some argue that it is not God’s job to help the suffering. It is our chance to show our medal, and help the unfortunate people in this world. He wants us to do something. God gave us freewill. God put us here to control our own universe; we have the choice whether to participate in this evil, or to stop it from occurring. We are a product of our own sins.
Our knowledge of good depends on our knowledge of evil. We may not distinguish good and bad if we aren’t introduced to both characters. In order to know good, we must know what creates bad; therefore we can conclude which makes us feel better or worse. We only know what good is, for the presence of evil gives us an emotion we recognize as uncomfortable. Consequently, we then know when something feels good. God allows us to feel and live with evil so we know what good we need to deliver to this world. If we weren’t introduced to the problem of evil, we would never know how to form an organized world. Seeing evil occur, gives us as humans the chance to renovate this world for the better, without trial and error. We learn what the world needs from the apparent evil. However, we cannot say that good depends on evil, but it is easier to value our lives with a contrast.
There may be this underlying plan that God has in mind, that humans may not understand. As Ivan claimed in Fyodor Dostoevsky’s why is there evil?, it’s not that we don’t accept god, it’s the world created by Him we don’t and cannot accept. God’s nature is what it is. We should abandon this journey of understanding Gods way, and just let it happen. God may be stepping back because we are stepping back and not doing something about this present evil. When people put their faith in God, they misunderstand what faith truly stands for. God doesn’t exist for us to place all our stress and problems on his shoulders. It’s the faith we have in ourselves that can truly make this world a better place. If we relied on God to do everything, there would be more problems in the world than there is today. To make a better world, we need to learn and trust ourselves to do all good and be all-powerful. That faith that God implanted in our souls is the faith we need to count on to eradicate evil. Therefore, I believe God exists in each and every one of us.

What do you guys think?

To have sex or not to have sex?

This may be a very “racy” topic, so I want to apologize beforehand for I don’t mean to offend. I am not taking a side on this in order to avoid conflict.

My two friends got into a heated conversation the other night about sex. Yes, I said it, SEX. Both of my friends have good heads on their shoulders, yet one is just a little bit more religious than the other. My friend Barney, (no real names are being used), stated that he is saving himself for marriage. Now, being in a college environment, you would assume that most guys have given it a go already! Well not this one. So that’s when my other friend, Big Bird, couldn’t believe her ears.

Big Bird: “Wait what you’ve never fucked a girl?” (Sorry for my profanity).
Barney: “When I get married, I want to give my wife something I have never given to any women in order to proclaim my love for her. If I save myself, I am truly stating that I love her more than any other women. I am experiencing something new with her, and giving her a part of me no other person has received”

So then came the next question.

Big Bird: “ Well does your wife have to be a virgin?”
Barney: “ Well..um…yes, that’s kind of the point. I mean the thought of another guy having her before me would just cause moral problems in our marriage.”
Big bird: “ So if you meet the most amazing women, who is perfect in every way, but she’s had sex, you wouldn’t marry her?”
Barney: “Well no, I mean I guess there are exceptions. However, I know I wouldn’t be mentally stable in that relationship for I am giving my whole self to her, but in her mind I'm just another guy.”

The question raised is: How can you marry a woman without knowing how she is in bed? I mean to put it nicely, isn’t sexual chemistry a huge part of a relationship? I have the utmost respect and honor for a guy in college who is able to save himself, but do you honestly think he is benefiting off this sacrifice?

Is college real?

Last year when I was a senior, my boyfriend had already left for college. That summer of junior year is still so fresh in my mind. I spent as much time as I could with him before he left, and we did everything he wanted to do since he was leaving the state. Watching him with his friends, and seeing him stress out because he wanted to get so much done in just a couple of months freaked me out. I couldn’t believe I had to go through with that next year. How do you cram your family, friends, places, and events all into 3 months? Anyway as senior year came to an end, it was my turn. Those 3 months I had been dreading had finally creeped up behind me. During the summer, I went to my favorite restaurants, all my favorite places, and spent as much time as I could with the people I loved. And as I had predicted, those 3 months passed like the blink of an eye. It was here. My last week at home. Now here is where it gets weird. I didn’t feel stressed, overwhelmed or even sad. I felt a sort of excitement that I never saw my boyfriend experience. Was this wrong? Was I supposed to cry everytime I said goodbye to my friends? The goodbyes happened one after the other, every next one getting easier than the last. This is weird I thought. Shouldn’t I be hysterical? I love these people, and they are no longer going to be spending every day with me. Still, as hard as I tried, I couldn’t cry. I got sad yes, but the tears I watched my boyfriend shed never came. The next minute I’m lying in bed staring down at my suitcases. This is supposed to be the saddest time of all. Yet the butterflies floating in my stomach weren’t depressed. I knew that my anxiety was only positive energy. College. Is this real? Is it really happening this fast? Anyway, here we are at college, and I’m all settled in. I miss home and friends, but I’m not homesick. Is this normal? For the first time in my life I felt a sense of empowerment having my parents here. They followed me like puppy dogs, because for the first time in our lives, we showed our parents around, introduced them to new people, and let them enter our new life. We are now adults. Will this feeling fade or will we embrace every moment and every responsibility we didn’t have at home?