The Encounter with Mr. Creep

“Come on, bud. Go potty.” The girl pulled on her dog’s leash. She hated walking the dog at nighttime, worried about strangers who could be lurking in the shadows, crouched and ready to attack.

The dog looked up alertly into the distance. An elderly woman and a middle-aged man walked toward them. The old woman, the girl realized, lived in the same building. The girl had seen the man with the old woman before, so she thought nothing of it.

As the old woman and the man approached, the dog tried to run toward them. The girl reined in the dog. The old woman proceeded to the door.

But the man stopped.

The man, looking ragged and dressed in dirty, torn clothing, came at the dog, crouching, threatening.

“Oh, be nice.” His voice sounded curious,  slightly menacing.

The dog calmed, approaching the man, trying to lick him. The girl breathed a sigh of relief.

Until the dog tried to jump on the man — in excitement or aggression, the girl couldn’t tell. The man hunched back over, growling toward the dog. “You better be nice.”

The girl picked up the dog protectively and held the dog in her arms. She watched as the man reached out to the dog again, worried how the dog would react — the dog always became more aggressive when restrained, a defense mechanism. She watched as the dog tried to lick the man, as the man leaned his face in toward the dog, almost allowing the dog to lick him there as well.

After what seemed like an eternity, the man backed away. “I have a cat that could kick your ass.” The man muttered something else, then walked into the building.

The girl waited for a moment, then peaked into the window of the building’s door. She couldn’t see the man. She quickly entered the building, ran to her apartment and locked the door behind her.


I hope you enjoyed this piece of creative nonfiction.

Here’s what’s wrong with #BoycottIndiana

AKA: An open letter to Nick Offerman, Wilco, and everyone else canceling or considering canceling their events throughout Indiana.

I am a Hoosier. Most days, I’m proud to be one. I am a Christian, and I’m also proud to be one. Lately, though…I’m not proud to be a Hoosier. And I cringe when I look at some of the Christians around me. Signing SB101, aka the Religion Freedom Restoration Act, disgusts me.

I understand that it’s also a federal law, and that other states have similar laws. But other states also list the LGBT community as a protected class under the law. Indiana does not.

In an interview with George Stephanopoulos, Indiana’s Gov. Mike Pence couldn’t even answer one simple “Yes or No” question: “Do you think it should be legal in the state of Indiana to discriminate against gays or lesbians?”

Another question he dodged answering? “Does that mean that Christians who want to refuse service, or people of any other faith who want to refuse service to gays and lesbians, that it’s now legal in the state of Indiana? That’s a simple yes or no question.”

Something he had no problem answering? “One fix that people have talked about is simply adding sexual orientation as a protected class under the state’s civil rights laws. Will you push for that?”

“I will not push for that,” he answers. “That’s not on my agenda.”

I do not support Mike Pence.

Indiana signed into law the RFRA, despite many citizens’ pleas for Pence to veto it, or the many outcries now for it to be repealed. They won’t repeal it. This is just one instance where my voice isn’t being heard.

My plea now goes to those in support of #BoycottIndiana. I understand what you’re doing, I really do. You want to show that you don’t support discrimination. I don’t either, so I understand.

The problem is, there are countless Hoosiers with the same stance I have. There are so many of us who love and accept all members of the LGBT community. And by canceling your events, you are punishing us. You are punishing those of us who stand against the bill but live in Indiana. Some of us are tied here by family or jobs. We can’t just leave on a whim. And some of us are working hard to make ends meet, but wanted to treat ourselves to your events. We can afford to go when it’s in our own state or city, but some of us don’t have the options to drive a few hours away for your events. Especially if they’re late at night, meaning we may have to stay somewhere else overnight.

Some of these people may even be members of the LGBT community who you’re trying to support. Instead, you’re punishing them, just because they live in Indiana.

Stop boycotting Indiana. Because when you do, you’re not boycotting the state. You’re boycotting the innocent Hoosiers who happen to live here, even if they don’t support the state right now either.

I hope that this time, my voice will be heard.

One small step for bigots, one giant leap for perpetuating sexual prejudice

AKA Indiana’s Religious Freedom Bill

Let me start off by saying this. I grew up as a Christian. I still am one. I believe in God. I believe Jesus is the Savior.

But I also believe that the “Religious Freedom” Bill the Indiana House just passed is truly the most despicable thing I have ever heard of.

dontjudgeI generally don’t involve myself in politics. I hate the arguments over who is right or wrong, why the person with the opposite opinion sucks, etc. I’m terrible at debating.

When I discuss politics with anyone whose opinions differ from mine, I always come out feeling dumb and inadequate. So I avoid it. But I really can’t let this one slide by.

So this new Religious Freedom Bill will make it legal for businesses to discriminate and refuse service to any LGBT people. Because it’s against their religion.

You know what’s against my religion? Judging people. Not loving everybody.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. There are a lot of people in this world I don’t like (the people who passed this bill, perhaps?). I am not perfect. But I also am not the ones who want to refuse service to someone just because of their sexual preference.

And don’t get me wrong. I think there are a lot more problems that will come from this than just sexual preference, which is the obvious one.

I mean, what’s next? With this bill, are Christian business owners going to stop serving ANYONE who isn’t a Christian.

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“Oh, you’re an atheist? You don’t believe in God, which is against my religion. Get out.” “You’re a Buddhist? You worship a false God. That’s against my religion. Get out.” “You’re Jewish? You haven’t accepted Jesus as your Savior. That’s against my religion. Get out.” Unmarried woman with a child? Forget it.  Will owners of an older religion that see women as not as important as men start refusing service to women?

I just think this could get really out of hand very quickly.

And disclaimer: I’m totally not saying all Christians are like this. Like I said, I am a Christian. And I know there are some pretty darn amazing ones out there who do love and accept everybody. I’m not saying this as something that applies to all Christians. But it definitely applies to some.

Here’s the thing, Indiana. Same-sex marriage is legal now. Accept it, and don’t push away and refuse service to good people just because of who they love. If you’re going to use God as your reason to refuse service to someone, just remember something: God loves all His children.

Why I Don’t Think Opposites Attract

Today, I heard the old adage “opposites attract,” and for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about it.

Probably, mostly, because I believe that opposites don’t attract.

Let me clarify. It’s not that they don’t attract. It’s just that the attraction can’t last. Specifically on an introvert/extrovert level.

I am awkward. And I’m shy. And I would rather spend time at home with my dog than do pretty much else. When I’m hanging out with friends, I’d much rather be at their place or mine watching TV or playing games than going out and doing something in public. People are not my thing.

So that’s why I’m thinking opposites don’t really attract. I could not date an extrovert who likes going out and hanging out with people all the time. (I actually have done that, so we see how that worked out – it didn’t)

It doesn’t work! I’m not comfortable going out all the time. And I’m guessing extroverts can’t handle staying in all the time. So what happens? You either start resenting each other for being the way you are, or you spend a lot of time apart. Probably a little bit of both. Neither of which make for a healthy relationship.

So how do you find a successful relationship? Look for someone similar to you.

Letting go

For some reason, I feel like I get more insightful at night.

Today, I was cleaning. And during said major cleaning overhaul, I found two letters from an ex. Both were from quite long ago. One was from when I was a freshman in college, and the other was definitely from a few years ago but I couldn’t give you an exact timestamp on it.  I’m gonna guess about 3 years… maybe 4.

As I sat and read these letters, just because I was curious as to what was in them, I was amazed at how things can completely change.

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The I-want-to-be-with-you-forevers. The I’ll-always-love-yous (Sing it, Whitney). The I-can’t-wait-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-yous.

Looking back on it now, I just feel like these things are weird to say. Promises you’re not sure that you can keep.

I mean, I want to believe you can say these things and mean them. I want to think that in my next relationship, whenever that may be, I’ll get to the point where I feel in love and will make these promises. I want to believe in them. And I do believe that at one point, we all get to that place. Maybe I shouldn’t think too heavily about a letter someone wrote when he was 18. We’re all a little goofy at that age.

Oh, and in case anyone was wondering, I threw these letters away. I’m in a really good place emotionally now, and I don’t need them anymore.

With this post as the final thought, I am letting the rest of the past go.

Broke.

Think Kit, Day 30:

“What one word sums up the past year? Now: unpack, unfold, and uncover it. What does it represent? What events float to the top when you think about your word? And, okay, if you can’t limit yourself to a single word…use a (select) few.”

What one word describes how I feel this year? “Broke.”

Since I started living by myself in July, I have not been able to save money. I’ve actually lost money that I had saved.

I get paid, and then I pay rent. And I have $175.55 to live off of for the next two weeks. Except for the part where it’s not like rent is the ONLY bill I have due in a two-week period. No, I usually have my Kohl’s charge, credit card, and electric due in the same two weeks.

So, that number gets a lot closer to $0. Actually, it pretty much is $0.

But obviously, I have to buy groceries and gas within those two weeks.

So I have to use my credit cards.

Do you see why I can never actually pay off my credit cards?

I think it’s absolutely ridiculous when someone working full-time has to work more than one job because their job won’t support them, but honestly, I’ll probably be getting a second job soon. Because although I have already been doing freelance work, it’s not regular, so therefore it’s not reliable. And I can’t live paycheck to prayer anymore. It’s way too freakin’ stressful.

Best Of 2014

Instead of using Think Kit’s prompt for Day 21, mostly because the only thing I can think of that really shocked me is very inappropriate for this blog, I’m using a lifeline.

“Everyone’s a critic! Share your yearly “Best Of” list – it could be movies or music, moments in time…anything you can rank!”

So here we go.

Best Album: Taylor Swift’s “1989”

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Best Book: “Isla and the Happily Ever After” by Stephanie Perkins

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Best Movie: “The Fault in Our Stars.” This one was harder, because “Mockingjay” also came out this year, and I’ve seen Mockingjay more times, but I can’t bring myself to watch TFIOS again because….tears.

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Best TV episode: The winter finale of “How To Get Away With Murder.” Two words: “Don’t be.” *shivers*

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