I guess you can say that I am some sort of activist. I speak my mind when I see danger or some sort of potential danger. Sometimes, people stop their harmful ways. Others, are too tenacious for their own good and "punish" me because I am outspoken.
One of the people that hate me for speaking my mind is my mom. You know that saying how we have to respect our elders? Yeah, I try to respect her, but I just can't. I know every parent doesn't want to hear their child say that, but for the many things she's done in my life, how can you not blame her?
If America is to democracy and Hitler is to Nazism, she ranks well up there with Hitler, Kim Jong Il and various terrorist organizations. Clearly, she's that type of person that doesn't care about other people's opinions and is the end all to every single decision. Everything is all up to her. When you voice your opinions, you get punished for it.
Take Case #1: Today... about fifteen minutes ago
I do not even understand why she bought a dog - a Chinese Crested named Gem a few years ago. She's a great dog, don't get me wrong. However, she has a terrible way of taking care of her. She has these anti bark collar for Gem. (We took Gem to this training thing in Easton, I believe and the lady specifically told my mom that she shouldn't use it on Gem, due to Gem's crazed personality. Needless to say, after training was over, my mom used to collar anyways.) My sister and I were petting Gem earlier today and noticed three red wounds on her neck after we took the anti bark collar. Coincidence? Not exactly.
She even puts Gem in a crate at night. I let Gem sleep on the massive round chair and my mom told me to put her in the crate.
"Why? She's comfortable here."
"She doesn't belong here. She belongs in the crate!"
Obediently, I took Gem outside for her to use the "bathroom." As I was carrying the poor doggie, awakening her, I was consoling her, "It's okay, Gem."
My mother became furious. "Why are you saying, "It's okay?" Stop making a scene and just go take her out to the bathroom!"
She was yelling at me, saying that I was a messy person. And how it is her house and we should follow her rules. I felt bad for poor Gem. To make matters even worse, she found out about how I removed the anti-bark collar. I told her that Gem had wounds because of it. My mom didn't care. She shoved Gem in the crate. My mom was mimicking me and calling me stupid.
Just because I spoke my mind on how it was bad to treat Gem in such an ill manner, I was kicked out of the living room. (I think she even locked it too...Yes, my mom decided to install a lock in the living room.)
I think this is another reason why I want to become a journalist so bad. I've been punished for writing and speaking my mind in my own household. My own mother, punishing me and calling me names incessantly because I stood up for what's right. I want to be that outlet for viewers/readers. I want to report on the injustice of the world we live in. Be able to seek it and educate those.
I was shunned for speaking out... not in a protest, not in a classroom, not in a meeting...but in my own household. That sounds kind of ridiculous, but it's true. I know there are others in my situation and writing has been wonderful. It has facilitated my anger so much.
My main goal in life is to bring a voice to the voiceless. We see smiling faces everyday, but behind that, is it a person or even an animal crying for help? This person or animal just wants someone to listen, just to lend a ear, and hear their story. I am be one of those listeners.
One of the people that hate me for speaking my mind is my mom. You know that saying how we have to respect our elders? Yeah, I try to respect her, but I just can't. I know every parent doesn't want to hear their child say that, but for the many things she's done in my life, how can you not blame her?
If America is to democracy and Hitler is to Nazism, she ranks well up there with Hitler, Kim Jong Il and various terrorist organizations. Clearly, she's that type of person that doesn't care about other people's opinions and is the end all to every single decision. Everything is all up to her. When you voice your opinions, you get punished for it.
Take Case #1: Today... about fifteen minutes ago
I do not even understand why she bought a dog - a Chinese Crested named Gem a few years ago. She's a great dog, don't get me wrong. However, she has a terrible way of taking care of her. She has these anti bark collar for Gem. (We took Gem to this training thing in Easton, I believe and the lady specifically told my mom that she shouldn't use it on Gem, due to Gem's crazed personality. Needless to say, after training was over, my mom used to collar anyways.) My sister and I were petting Gem earlier today and noticed three red wounds on her neck after we took the anti bark collar. Coincidence? Not exactly.
She even puts Gem in a crate at night. I let Gem sleep on the massive round chair and my mom told me to put her in the crate.
"Why? She's comfortable here."
"She doesn't belong here. She belongs in the crate!"
Obediently, I took Gem outside for her to use the "bathroom." As I was carrying the poor doggie, awakening her, I was consoling her, "It's okay, Gem."
My mother became furious. "Why are you saying, "It's okay?" Stop making a scene and just go take her out to the bathroom!"
She was yelling at me, saying that I was a messy person. And how it is her house and we should follow her rules. I felt bad for poor Gem. To make matters even worse, she found out about how I removed the anti-bark collar. I told her that Gem had wounds because of it. My mom didn't care. She shoved Gem in the crate. My mom was mimicking me and calling me stupid.
Just because I spoke my mind on how it was bad to treat Gem in such an ill manner, I was kicked out of the living room. (I think she even locked it too...Yes, my mom decided to install a lock in the living room.)
I think this is another reason why I want to become a journalist so bad. I've been punished for writing and speaking my mind in my own household. My own mother, punishing me and calling me names incessantly because I stood up for what's right. I want to be that outlet for viewers/readers. I want to report on the injustice of the world we live in. Be able to seek it and educate those.
I was shunned for speaking out... not in a protest, not in a classroom, not in a meeting...but in my own household. That sounds kind of ridiculous, but it's true. I know there are others in my situation and writing has been wonderful. It has facilitated my anger so much.
My main goal in life is to bring a voice to the voiceless. We see smiling faces everyday, but behind that, is it a person or even an animal crying for help? This person or animal just wants someone to listen, just to lend a ear, and hear their story. I am be one of those listeners.
