So… there have been a few issues during the past week or so that have prompted me to write this entry…

Maybe it’s because I’m old (er), but I don’t understand what the flying figgin’ ass fuck is going on with the world right now. People are getting in an uproar over things and, to be honest, I don’t think they really know what they’re so outraged about or why. And then there’s hippie-dippy me who seems to get targeted for no reason whatsoever for trying to express those views, pleasant as they may be.

And, once again, I was faced with the issue of people thinking they know me and deciding it’s okay to slap labels on me that I don’t deserve. I may be a lot of things: an asshole, a bitch, a hippie, a lunatic, a sweetheart, a party pooper, a snob, a friend… Sometimes I can be all these things at once or just a smattering of them. Hey, I own that shit… I will whole-heartedly admit that I am these things, even the bad ones. But there are some things that I am not. And when you decide to attack me and slap one of those labels on me, I guarantee I will go bat shit insane on your ass…

Let’s start with one of my “friends”… We’ll call her Margot because I sometimes think she’s much like Margot Kidder when she gets pissed.

Anyway… Margot had made a post on Facebook about this whole “black lives matter” thing. Margot is white, by the way… I made comment on it because I feel that singling out one race or group of people just keeps the butt-hurt and hate going. So I told her my feelings on that and that I felt all life matters. Her response was that the point was that white lives seemed to be the only ones that mattered then proceeded to tell me that our lives didn’t matter until black lives did. Wait… what?! She totally talked in circles and contradicted herself in one breath, there. So I responded and explained my thoughts better. I don’t care what color, race, religion, species, genus of plant or alien life you are. If you live, you fucking matter. That’s all…

After I responded to that, I literally haven’t been back on Facebook since. And I highly doubt I will be anytime soon, either. I don’t need the argument. I’m too fucking old and tired for this shit…

But wait… there’s more!

Yesterday I was on Twitter (mainly out of boredom, I’m not keen on Twitter). I saw that someone I follow posted a screen shot from Back To The Future of Marty’s parents with the caption “Enchantment Under The Sea dance, 1955”. I love those movies… So I had made a comment about that was back when life was simple. Don’t you know, it was target the hippie day… Some asshole responded with something to the effect of, “Yeah, when life was simple… Segregation and milkshakes at the diner.” Okay… So I replied with a light comment about the milkshakes, yum, then proceeded to explain what I meant, which was a time when there was less crime, people could leave their doors unlocked and feel safe and families had dinner at the table together every night. Then he responded with more racial shit, including that it was simple only for the whites and blacks only learned not to trust whites. I’d had just about enough of this reverse racism shit… I told him perhaps he didn’t read my comment and, if he did, perhaps he’d understand what I meant. Then I asked him to please take his hate elsewhere. Seriously… what the actual fuck people?! Has this been pick on Jackie week, accuse her of being a racist in a not so subtle way?! I was so pissed, I deactivated my Twitter. Facebook is next…

So, now that I’ve told you what happened during “pick on Jackie week”, let me get to the point of this entry.

I’m not now, nor have I ever been, a racist. I could care less what the color of your skin is. If you’re a good person, we’re cool. If you’re an asshole to me… we’re going to have an issue. And that goes for people of any race, including my own. That’s how I see the world, in terms of good people and assholes, nothing more. I’ve been like that my entire life and I will continue to be that way.

I’m all for people wanting to advocate for the rights of others. But, if you’re going to do that, do it in a clear, calm, rational manner. Getting loud and nasty might get your voice heard, but the chances of people listening to what you have to say are greater if you can discuss matters calmly and intelligently.

Maybe I’m wrong, thinking all life is precious. Maybe I should be focusing on one specific group instead. I mean, isn’t that how to fit in with society today? Silly me for thinking otherwise… Suddenly I’m a racist if I think all life is precious…

I need to take a vacation from life for a while… I need to find my center.

I’ve been avoiding Morticia, more so after I totally rained on her parade one day when she was seriously pissing me off and acting as if she was my intellectual superior. I’m done with that shit… You want to feel intellectually superior, go find someone stupider than you to do it to, if you can find such a person. And find someone else to be the landfill you dump all your shit into. I’m not doing this anymore.

And I’m not going to deal with people labeling me with something as harsh as “racist” simply because I think all life is precious and focusing on one specific form of life only continues to keep the hate going. I’m not going to apologize for having more hippie-minded ideals. But I’ll be goddamned if I’m going to let people treat me the way they’ve been. I realize it’s not very hippie-like to not just turn the other cheek, but at some point you just can’t anymore. And I have reached that point. I’m sorry if that offends anyone, but no one gives a flying fuck if I get offended by something, so… Yeah, that’s how it is.

I just need to stay away from people for a good long while, I think…

I’ll just continue to lose myself in my art, writing, fantasy island inhabited my goofy little animals who say the weirdest things sometimes and making interesting little scenes like this…

At least my little animal friends, here, think I’m a good person and don’t label me as things I’m not… I’m grateful for that…