Come away with me;

It is the simplest things that make the greatest moments. You know which ones I am talking about, because everyone has experienced it at one moment or another.

Little moments like a kiss on the forehead, or a hand slipping into another as you walk down the beaten path, letting you know that you are not alone.

Sometimes you make me want to cry, most of the time you make me want to laugh. Sometimes you give me the biggest headache I've ever felt, but most of the time you make me smile so wide that my cheeks begin to hurt.

I don't quite know what it is about you, because I truly thought that we would not make it this far. Not only have we, but we just keep on going. And to me, so long as I have my head resting on your shoulder, that is quite okay.

There are so many turns and curves in this life. There are so many things to loose sight of and so many things to get thrown off course, but you stick with me constantly. You never let me give up on myself and you always make me face what I am most terrified of. Which is more then anyone has ever done for me. In fact I think that other then my parents you love me more then anyone ever has, and ever could. You see my strengths where others only see flaws, and you put up with me even though I drive people away with my craziness. I don't think anyone could love me like you, and I don't think I would want anyone else to.

To be honest it makes me smile to know that you are with me. I feel that much comforted.

So please stay with me, I don't want you to leave just yet.

Mad world we live in, eh?

It is a rainy day where I am. How about for you? I hope that whatever it is, that you're enjoying it. I know what it is like to not enjoy the weather, and it is not fun.

To be honest though, I like the rain. Which is quite obvious if you have ever read any of my earlier posts. I say that quite a bit. But, you probably never come on my blog. So no big deal.

I tend to write about me a lot. Which is a little boring for most people. To be honest, I understand completely if you are not into my writing. It is just a bunch of ranting and occasionally a few college papers I wrote. So I get it. No body wants to hear negative things. Everyones always going for the positive. And its not that I am negative, because I am positive on life. Its just that I have this weird tendency to hate negativity. So I try and get rid of it as fast as possible, through my blog. That is why I got a blog after all. Was to get my ideas out of my head and write them down. This way, I can look back and reminisce, or I can get rid of it and never think of it again.

This blog isn't so much about negativity, but it is about confusion. Confusion that I have been facing the past few years of my life. And I would just love it if my brain could figure it out.

You see, I have no idea what I want out of life. I know that I just finished getting a diploma in Public Relations, but I don't even know if I want to do that. I want to be a writer because I am in love with the written word. It blows me away.

I am also in love with philosophy. It really does calm me down sometimes, to know that I am not the only person who thinks crazy thoughts. Because sometimes I feel like I am the only one of my kind. I feel like I am the only one who questions things, and is not satisfied with a short and most convenient answer. And I love dark things, like space and what is beyond. Like gothic/romanticism periods (philosophy buffs know what I mean).

I wish that I could just figure stuff out like philosophers could. But everytime I get stuck on a question, no one really cares. I mean we do after all live in an era where if it is electronic it is cool, and if it is a thought process it stinks. Controversy was not invented by Lady Gaga people, even though she may be a genious at it. There are more things to life then Gucci handbags and Prada, and when you die and you get up before the row of judges, they wont let you into heaven just because you have cute shoes. So you should probably change your ways a little if that is how you feel.

Sometimes I think I am crazy, but then I realize that I am not the crazy one. I am the one who is determined to find a bigger meaning to life, and to me that is not crazy. Crazy is sitting back and going a long for the ride. To me, crazy is not caring about the bigger questions. To me crazy is sitting in a cubicle with a dead-end job not living your dream. Like me, and I hate it. But I am slowly starting to conform, and it scares me. I used to be a free spirited kind of girl, one who didn't have a care for designer handbags and what those around her thought of her obsession with science fiction and standing out, but now I do. Now I clutch my joys to my chest like a secret. I don't want to be like this anymore. I want to be able to speak my mind and not care.

This is why I am confused, because I don't know what is real and what isn't. Because I have no idea who I am or where I sit at my life. I don't have a life plan, but I already feel like I am off course. Either that or directly on course, but I have never been one to follow in a straight line.

Perhaps someone will be able to tell me, or perhaps it will be too late and I will have already gotten lost.

But that is life, isn't it?

Help.

I am writing this letter because I don’t know where else to come from. I have a problem that desperately needs to be solved. So desperately in fact, that if I do not fix my problem, I am afraid I will be doomed for the rest of my days.

My problem is something that most can relate to. It is one of the most common problems in this hectic world. A problem that everyone has faced at one point in his or her life, or will face soon enough. A problem that is swallowing the youths of today, along with the adults finding themselves in a rut filled with utter depression. The problem of finding ones self.

I don’t know if we truly know how to find ourselves. Some think it is through extensive reading and others think it is through life’s adventures and music. I am not sure, because I have no clue how I found myself before. But I find it odd how I used to know exactly what I wanted out of life and how, but today I have no idea how to face the world.

My self has disappeared and to my knowledge, has left me completely. Whether it is because it grew bored of my tiring lifestyle, or because it has simply faded away in the black, dying. I don’t know. The only recollection I have is that I knew exactly who I was yesterday, but today is a different story. And this has me gasping for air, crying and pleading out for help. I don’t know who I am. I don’t know what my life means.

The world is such a big space. So big, that I don’t know if we could cover the ends of the earth and back in one life time. I know that many people have tried it and maybe someone out there has succeeded, but I don’t think it to be possible. I cannot help but feeling that in this big world, we are very minuscule. Yet our problems seem to affect everyone and those around us. Not only are our problems greater then any other man or woman, but they are also affecting the fate of the entire universe. It seems to me, that I am not the only one who has lost their self. I think the world has become a victim of this unsolvable dilemma.

How should I go about finding who I am? Should I read more? Study the lives of great people who know exactly what they want out of life. Or should I coward away and save my depressing thoughts for a much more private space? I know what my body feels. I know that I really just want to hide away. Maybe not speak to another human soul again. That would be nice. But I know that I cannot. I know that in the face of our ever-expanding society, we have to stand up for ourselves. We have to find the answers ourselves, and we have to do what truly makes us happy. Unfortunately, we have to do all of the above ourselves, with no help from anyone, unless those people are the great thinkers of our past, present and future world.

Perhaps it is true what they say, that we have to rediscover our pasts to figure out our futures. Maybe the answers to life are between the lines of the holy book, or between the lines of space and time. If we search hard enough, chances are that we will find them and they will spell out the rest of our lives and how we think. The trouble of course is knowing where to look, and how to start.

I don’t think that my self has given up on me. I suppose I am just at a stage in my life where it is time for me to grow and expand. To change my life around, because I know that I need to change something. I think we all need to. Still, I find myself frantically trying to find out where my self went. I feel like the walks I take are not as beautiful, the sun is not as brighter. I am retaining information differently…my whole life as I know it has changed. I don’t think I can do this alone.

So should you find myself, please let it know that I am looking for it. And I miss it terribly. Let it know that I will be waiting patiently for its arrival, and that I will leave the porch light on.

Sincerely,

Lindsay Taylor.

Position paper

"The Threat of Nuclear Weapons in North America"

By: Lindsay Taylor

Background Information:

Nuclear weapons have been around since July 16, 1945, when the United States donated their first nuclear bomb in New Mexico, in Alamogordo (Asia Society). It was not even a month after the first testing when the atomic bomb was dropped on Japanese territory, Hiroshima. This bombing killed and wounded over 130,000 people. A few days later another atomic bomb was dropped in Nagasaki, killing over 70,000 people. Though this helped end the Second World War, it revolutionized the world and the views on war (Asia Society).

On average, there are 30,000 nuclear weapons owned by various countries (Greenpeace). These weapons are placed around the globe in 10 different countries. Out of those nuclear weapons, the United States has 9,962. An estimated 5,735 of those bombs are classified as deliverable. In the Russian Federation, there are 16,000 nuclear weapons, 5,830 of these being classified as deliverable (Greenpeace).

This is an issue that can no longer be ignored. Nuclear weapons are not safe and are severely overlooked. The issues associated with these weapons include: the production of fear to lives, their testing and radiation exposure creates severe problems to the health of many lives, and also creates harmful emissions into the Earth’s atmosphere, adding to the problem of Global Warming (Health).

My Position:

There are many groups and organizations across North America that work to stop the threat of nuclear weapons. Though this is a striking effort, there is still not enough being done. In order to reach out and make a difference to stop the production and threat of nuclear weapons, it is imperative that everyone combine forces to create action. By doing so, changes will be made and North America will see a positive outcome.

After combining forces, some ways of creating change are:

i. Attacking the media
By creating more of an outrage and adding more information on the effects of nuclear weapons to the media, more people are likely to follow. By allowing someone that many people idolize (for example: President Barack Obama) to agree with the fight against nuclear weapons, many people will follow his beliefs and opinions.

ii. To educate the population and future generations
By educating children in public and in middle schools, they will understand the consequences and the severity of the issue. They are the future generations and therefore can create more change. Another way to educate the population is by having more discussions on the topic and provide more information on the issue. This can be done through the major newspapers, and through radio and television talk shows. The more people know, the more they will understand and want to help create change.

Believing in the Extraterrestrial Phenomenon

Persuasive speech:
“Believing the Extraterrestrial Phenomenon”

By: Lindsay Taylor


Close your eyes and imagine yourself driving down the street. It is late, and the radio is humming in the background, but you’re not really paying too much attention to it, you have your eyes on the road ahead.

Suddenly, your focus gets shifted to two small glittering lights in the sky. Looking through the windshield to get a better view, you are expecting to see a plane. But something is strange about these lights. They are not stars, and they are definitely not planes. You pull over to get a better look, but the next thing you know, they disappear. In the blink of an eye these two bright shining dots in the sky are gone.

At this point, you feel your heart pounding. Could it be possible that you have just seen two unidentified flying objects? Even if you did, how on Earth would you go about telling anyone?

You may open your eyes.

What you have just experienced was a UFO sighting, and a true story. It happened to me.

Many of you probably think I am crazy, after all UFO’s and little green men are topics that do not sit well with most people. However, a reported 120,000 sightings have been reported in this modern age. 120,000. That’s a big number. If you presented that number in a court, it would win the case. Yet most people still refuse to believe that we are alone in the Universe. Strange if you ask me.

Through this speech I will go over the evidence to support the idea that we are not alone in the universe, and that we have not been alone for quite some time. It is my goal that by the end, you will be knowledgeable in the history of UFO and alien sightings, and that you will believe, and think twice before writing off the possibility.

Firstly, allow me to bring you into the home of Betty and Barney Hill, where the first recorded alien abduction took place. The date was September 19, 1961 and Betty and Barney were coming home from a vacation when they were interrupted by what they described as a large “craft”. After several hours of time loss and no memory of anything, Betty and Barney continued on their way home. It was not until a few days later that they started to recall the night’s events. Betty experienced several night mares and Barney was no better off, with anxiety problems. After phoning the doctor for help, some experiments including hypnosis were done and a lot was discovered. Betty claimed that the “being” that abducted her showed her a star map and pointed out their way home. She drew the map that was shown to her and it turns out that it was in fact a true star map. This was not imagined by them and though it was cast off as “amnesia”, it still does not explain what happened to the couple or the large “craft” that they saw.

If you think that was interesting, allow me to take you on a trip into the great breeches of space. As most of you know, our planet Earth and our solar system are nestled into a galaxy known to us as the Milky Way. It is also home to 100 billion stars, some even bigger then our sun. Outside of our solar system, we have already discovered 370 other planets. To put it simply, if the Milky Way was the size of a quarter, our sun would be microscopic, along with its planets, including Earth. The galaxy is so big, that if you wanted to reach one end to another, it would take 100,000 years travelling at light speed. With knowing how big it is, and how many starts habit it, there are so many possibilities of other planets like ours, with other forms of life.

Though that information is important for our present and future, it is still very important to look into our pasts. Throughout history cave drawings have been a contribution to learning different cultures. When looking at these drawings, many things can be seen. For one, in the ancient civilization Sumer the “Anunnaki” were known as “Those who from Heaven to Earth came”. These “Anunnaki” were the gods that their civilization worshiped and to many scholars they were believed to be Aliens. The Anunnaki came from a place called “Nibiru” which is translated to “Planet of the Crossing”, the Anunnaki can be seen in the Sumerian civilization as wearing clothing that looks like oxygen masks as well as space suits.

Though these are only just thoughts and opinions expressed through my lips to your ears, I hope you understand the importance and see the truth in the facts laid before you. There is enough evidence to support the accuracy in extraterrestrial life. Whether it is through personal experience, history, or science in the end, it is still your decision. However I want you to understand that in a universe as wide and ever expanding as ours, there are many possibilities. By closing your mind, you are missing out on the truth. The truth that we are not alone.

I just have no clue;

Let me state for the record that I have never done anything to deserve this outcome.

Maybe when I was a kid I littered once or twice. Maybe I might have used too much gas once day. Maybe I wasted a glass of water, or took wayy to long of a shower.

But I don't think that I deserve this. I don't think I do.

Some people are so caught up in their own business that they don't realize the long-term outcomes. They don't see behind the smoke-screen because the outcome is unimportant, as long as the green is still there.

But tell me now, are you laughing?

Are you laughing at all of those who are trying to correct our ways? We are all a part of this problem. And we are all doing our best to fix it. And you, you just don't care do you?

Are you looking at yourself and thinking of how great you are? How successful you are. Now that you have destroyed all of humanity. Now that you have led us into this hellish problem? Now that you have all that the world can give you, will you bother to give anything back?

People are dying because you are using up their resources...yet you seem to be more mad that the earth has none more to give, more then the actual fact of peoples dismay. Tell me, my unfortunate friend, how do you sleep at night?

How sorry I feel for you, because you have sunk into the lowest spot you can be.

You have poisoned your future generations, and you have smothered us all. You are the smoker and we are all choking on your second hand smoke. Your pollution that keeps giving. The blood and the ugliness .The only thing that is left, is the result. The left overs from your once "stirling" future.

The joke is over. And no one is laughing. And when you are faced with this. When you finally see the world for what you have done to it and not what you can do it...you will finally see the cruelty of it. You will finally understand.

How did we let ourselves get this bad?

How did we loose sight of what our values were? How did we loose all hope and decency?

Don't use the excuse that you had to make money somehow.

Don't use the excuse that you never thought it would get this bad.

And do not use the excuse that you do not care.

Because you do.

Because as soon as this all effects you, as soon as this whole "Ordeal" effects YOUR personal life. You will care. And you will do everything you can to change it. But you can't.

Because once you get down to the point where even money cannot buy your way out, it will not matter how much you throw at ground. Mother nature will not take your bribe.

There are just some things I don't understand. I can't even begin to go on about them, because the list is too long.

For one thing, I don't understand why it is so hard for people to use their turning signals properly while driving on the road. And I cannot understand why some people hide who they truly are, in fears of being made fun of. I cannot understand how we let ourselves get into this "Global Warming" situation and I don't know if I will ever understand religion....

But the one problematic issue that seems to be on my mind and will not go away, deals with the one and only topic: Love.

I don't understand why I love the way I do. Because I can be so confusing and it will blow your mind at how indecisive I can be. But there is something that pulls me in when it comes to love. I seem to love with my whole heart.

Which can either throw people off, or make them love me more. I guess it is up to the person.

I don't understand how I can care for someone so much. How I can put everything in their hands and I can trust them with everything inside of me. I don't know why I always tend to do that, as it always ends in heart ache, but I do. And I always seem to have it end the same way.

I am not sure what is wrong with me, but it seems to happen a lot.

I don't understand how I can look at him and him not notice me. I don't get how he can be so oblivious to my feelings for him. Doesn't he see it written all over my face? Or am I merely a figment of his "only-want-you-because-you're-there" imagination?

If I fell at your feet, and presented myself, would you find me completely insane? Would you find me irritating and foolish. Probably. It always seems that those who care the most are depicted as the most idiotic. After all, Most men only love women when they are unavailable.

Still I wish that you could see how you make me feel. I wish that I could spell it out for you in words so descriptive that you would see. But I can't. And even if I did, you most likely would not care. I would just be an afterthought. Or the butt of a joke that only those around you find funny. That happens to me a lot too.

How come I always open myself up to everyone, and I don't ever seem to care what people think, until that person means something to me. Then I have to know what he thinks. I have to know that he is there for me. That he notices me. Because lets face it, I am not the prettiest lady in the world. I don't even think I am attractive to most men. But oh how I wish I was worth a "double-take".

I hate how all I can think about is you. And how this alleged "love" Is forbidden. I cannot act on my feelings because they are inappropriate, but I really cannot seem to help myself.

Maybe I can see why most men I tend to fall "in love" with shy away from me. Listen to me! I sound psychotic, rambling on about how much I loose myself in them. Still I wish you could see how much my day lights up when you say hi to me.

Maybe one day you might like me. Or maybe we were only meant to be friends. Maybe I am meant to be alone. Maybe you do think of me like I think of you.

I can't tell, because when I think someone likes me, I cannot see it, so I flirt harder, which is when most men say adios. Because lets face it, most fairy tales don't deal with mixed readings and facebook messages.

Should I step into the unknown darkness? What should happen if I were to fall? Would he still find me attractive if he found out how insane I am? How my mind is a random blur? Or would he find my intelligence to be a virtue. Would he fall in love with my all-over-the-place lifestyle. Would he find my forgetfulness cute.

Would he love to fall asleep with me, while I lay beside him. Would he find me attractive, even though I don't wear most name-brand clothing? Would he find my obsessiveness with neatness adorable? Or annoying.

Probably annoying. Even I am annoyed with it.

Fuck me. This sucks.

Feelings are a lot harder then they look.

Relationships are much more confusing then they lead on to be.

I wish I could go back to high school love.

Being a kid was much easier.