mars ✨

I think that a lot of people thank veterans (which is kind, and I do appreciate it!), but they don't actually do anything to help them. actions speak much louder than words in my opinion!

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one of my family members was severely wounded in the korean war. while I wasn't alive back then to experience that event, I saw firsthand how little care he recieved afterwards while I was growing up. the VA was terrible, he was living in a "house" the size of my living room that was falling apart, and he never got the proper care for his disability that he needed.

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we really don't do enough for our veterans. I'm glad that certain things are starting to fall into place to get them the support that they need, but there's still so much room for improvement.

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every vet deserves top notch care, both for their physical health and mental health ? we should work hard to get that for them, not just thank them for the sacrifices they made.

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I don't think that there is necessarily a right or a wrong answer to this one ?

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a lot of people would probably say that it depends on the maturity level of each person involved, but I don't think that's always the case. to me, it also depends on the individual dynamic of each couple for whether or not it's a good idea.

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I knew a couple that got married very, very young. one was 15, the other,,,,,probably 15-18? I can't remember exactly, but they were dating in high school. they ran away together to another state where the minimum age for marriage was 14 or 15 and got hitched. I wouldn't call either of them mature by any stretch of the imagination, yet somehow things worked out well - they had kids which had grandkids and they stayed together for many decades until the man passed away a few years ago. (note: I don't personally think that it's okay for minors to get married due to the potential for pedophilia! I'm unsure what the state/national laws are now regarding minimum ages as this was quite some time ago, but hopefully it has risen since then.)

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on the other hand, my parents got married in their 30s after both went through college and had steady jobs. and I've heard stories about some lovely elderly couples that met at retirement homes and got married (:

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for me personally, though...I don't think I'll be getting married for some time, if I decide to get married at all xD

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I want to make sure that I've found the right person for me since I don't want to spend the rest of my life unhappy. I don't think that I'd even consider marrying someone if I haven't been in a relationship with them for a solid handful of years...plus, I really want to get through college first and probably also find a steady job so I could afford a wedding asfjksrdhkngf. if there's one thing that I've learned from my parents, it's that houses, pets, and even kids (although I'm unsure if I'd ever have any) are expensive as heck.

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thankfully I've got time to figure it out! I'm still young (:

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ooh tough choice. both are definitely important in a successful relationship - both romantic or platonic for that matter - but I think sense of humor outweighs similar interests just a little bit!

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I came to realize recently that some people I've been hanging around don't have the greatest sense of humor. in fact, they have one that can actually be harmful towards other people like myself. I definitely draw the line at that level of purely cringe-worthy humor that is racist / sexist / homophobic / etc. it just isn't funny and I really don't like it.

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the displeasure of enduring their jokes and having to put on a fake mask around them became too much to bear. it's hard to laugh at hurtful jokes directed at you or at other people. so I've kinda,,,,,cut ties for now, which I think will be for the better, although it was quite difficult to do.

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my sense of humor is more wholesome and soft. I don't think it's funny to laugh at the misfortunes of others beyond a certain light point (ie: me spilling my cereal is funny, but me almost drowning is not). nor is it funny to make fun of others for things they can't control (ie: race, sexuality, gender, disabilities, etc; like,,,,,,using "gay" as an insult is not funny, but spinning it around and using "gay" in better contexts and more positive manners can be funny).

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if they think it's funny to laugh at awful things, then I just,,,,,can't do it and that's the tea

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I think the thing that I'm the least proud of is bullying a kid from third to sixth grade. if I could go back in time and fix those mistakes, I would ):

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I met him in second grade by sitting next to him in class - we were seated in alphabetical order and our last names started with the same letter. he seemed fine at first, just a background character that was kinda just there.

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then he started to make strange noises.

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I now realize that he was probably either coughing or clearing his throat from allergies (maybe because I had cats at home and he was allergic to fur on my clothes), but back then, it sounded like he was going to throw up. emetophobia has always been my biggest fear so I got really scared of him and anxious in his presence, even when he wasn't making those noises.

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in third grade, my friends and I used to chase him around the playground and kick him in the shins. how we didn't get in trouble really beats me.

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in fifth or sixth grade, we were car riders and ended up being picked up at the same door. he began walking with me every day and I thought it was annoying when he talked to me, when in reality he just really liked me and was going out of his way to be polite. I took him giving a gentle, legitimate recommendation to improve my art skills as an insult, and when he confessed his feelings for me and asked me out, I panicked again and began to bully him big time because I didn't know what else to do.

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I made an entire facebook page dedicated to insulting him. I convinced kids in our class that he was disgusting and we'd laugh at him behind his back. everyone hated him because of me.

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eventually he told his parents and they confronted my parents, who then confronted me. I can't really remember what happened after that,,,,,I felt so guilty, but not about hurting him. it was more so about disappointing my family. I later apologized to him in eighth grade when I came to my senses, and he told me that it was alright, but I never thought it was.

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what's ironic is that I recently found an old 'contract' we made while cleaning my room. I'm not sure what year it's from, but it was him promising to pay me back or return a favor or something? I remember him making it because I doubted him, and both of us signed the back of it to make it official.

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he was really sweet, I wish I hadn't been such a jerk <":

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