Cars


Most people I know drive cars. When people find out that I’m 25 and have never driven a car they are shocked. Even more shocking is the fact that I don’t want a car. I just want to put an end to this silliness by explaining the reasons why I would like to live my life carless.

First, the pollution caused by the gasoline makes me sick. I literally feel sick being anywhere near the smell of gasoline. Also, cars are just plain expensive. How can a person with no job buy a car and pay the taxes,insurance,gas,and repairs. Where we live doesn’t even have a garage to keep a car.

And another major thing is how strong my legs are from walking. I can walk long distances and dance like no one else. A person can definitely get more exercise walking.

But besides being unable to drive or having any desire, I also hate riding in cars with people. I don’t like being trapped in such a small place with a seatbelt that gets to tight and strangles me. Also, some people think that just because you’re in their car, they can say any thing they want to you or hurt your ears with their loud radio music. That’s why even if I have a ride available I’ll choose to walk.

I can have good talks with people too while they give me rides. Still, I probably wouldn’t ride with people nearly as often as I do if it weren’t for my mom who always worries about me walking places by myself.

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Dandelion


This story was my “fairy tale” I had to write for the Christ Life phase 1 group. It was good so I decided to make it public.

Once upon a time, there was a garden full of trees,grass and flowers. Every kind of plant and animal lived there. The plants grew every day because sunlight,water,and dirt were never hard to find. One day all of that changed. Humans came and built a city. They cut down the trees,shot the animals and killed all of them that didn’t run away fast enough. The humans also built roads over much of the grass and flowers. There was still a lot of beauty to be seen there for some time but it was nothing like before. The flowers were still there and wished they could do something before they were destroyed too. However, the flowers could not speak the language of the humans nor could they run away like the animals. They knew it would only be a matter of time before the humans would continue their destruction. The humans didn’t call it destruction. They called it construction, progress, growth, prosperity, improvement and any other word that meant the complete opposite of what they were doing. They built houses,stores,restaurants,and churches. Every time they built something new, they cut down anything that they thought was in their way. This included more trees,flowers and grass. There were many things on wheels which the humans called “cars”. They would roll and move on the roads and parking lots the humans had built. They air soon became polluted and stinky with the smell of gasoline. Even the flowers which had still survived died off slowly without any clean air or water. However, one of the flowers spread it’s seeds one day. It’s seeds were special because each had a white parachute that carried it as far as the wind could take it. Most of them blew away for many miles. The mother flower hoped that they could find a place to land that was safe where they could grow and enjoy clean water,air,and sunlight.

The following is the story of what happened to one of those seeds. It landed in the back yard behind a house. The seed didn’t know where it landed or what it was supposed to do. However, there is only one thing a seed knows how to do. It sent a root into the ground under it and slowly dug its way deeper and deeper every day. It was eating and drinking whatever it could find. Eventually, the seed was no longer seed. It had not only grown downward but also up toward the sun. By this time, it could be seen from the surface. It was what humans call a dandelion. It was a yellow flower that looked almost exactly like the sun. This flower didn’t know that it was called a dandelion nor could it see itself. It just did what flowers do. It enjoyed the light and heat of the sun and grew stronger every time the sun was out or the rain fell.

The humans who lived in that house weren’t in the back yard much but every so often, a man would come with a noisy machine. He would push it and it cut down grass and everything in it’s path. It cut the dandelion also. The yellow flower was beheaded every time this happened. However, it was never completely gone because its roots and some of the stem were never harmed from what happened on the surface. It grew back in only a short time and was a flower enjoying the sunlight again.

But the man with the lawnmower came out every week and cut everything. The dandelion was confused. Why was there sun,rain,and dirt to help it grow. It seemed useless since clearly nobody wanted it to be there. It was tired of being cut and didn’t know when it would happen next. There were also earthworms in the dirt. The tunnels they dug gave the roots of the dandelion more room to grow. Overtime the dandelion became jealous of the worms. They could travel in the dirt and go where they wanted but the dandelion had to stay where it was. It could not walk like a human or wiggle like a worm. It sometimes wished that it could be a worm and stay down in the dirt where it was safe from humans.

There were other strange things the dandelion didn’t understand. The family who lived in the house as well as the neighbors would complain that the sun was too hot or that they didn’t want it to rain. They stayed in their house most of the time and didn’t like any of the things that helped the dandelion grow. None of it made sense. What were these creatures? Why did they want to kill it and the grass? How did they live without water,sunlight,dirt or worms?

That was the viewpoint of the dandelion. What it didn’t know was that the humans were going to work,school,church, and places to have fun. They left their house every day from the front door which the dandelion had never seen.

When the winter came, the sun was often hidden behind clouds and instead of rain, cold white stuff came down and covered the dandelion and all the grass around it. No longer could the dandelion see or hear what was happening on the surface. It could feel only its roots in the dirt. At least part of it was safe. For awhile, it enjoyed this time because the man with the mower wasn’t there to cut it. It felt like one of the worms because it was completely under the dirt and snow. It felt safe there for awhile but eventually missed the sun and wanted to grow as a flower again. It tried not to think about it because it didn’t know if the sun existed anymore or if the snow would ever go away.

Eventually, spring came and the snow was melted away by the sun. The dandelion quickly grew and felt the sun again after such a long time. But, it didn’t know how long this would last. How long would it be before someone came to cut it? How would it know when the sun might hide or when the snow would cover it?

Even now, it still doesn’t know why it’s here, where it came from, or if there are other flowers like it. It’s waiting for someone to answer its questions but it cannot speak to anyone but some of the worms who spent their lives without knowing either the warmth of the sunlight or the pain of being cut with a lawnmower.

Abortion


I’m sure much has been written about the subject of what people call Abortion. What they really mean is the murder of an unborn baby. It’s just plain wrong to kill people. Sometimes killing adults can’t be avoided in times of war and self defense, but it’s still wrong.

But the subject of killing your own baby is weirder than even murdering another person. If someone doesn’t want their baby, then why on earth were they having sex in the first place. It makes about as much sense as eating when you’re not hungry or watching Japanese cartoons without English subtitles. Even so, at least let the kid be born and then let somebody adopt it.

Another thing, people who want abortion to be legal label themselves as “pro choice”. I would be pro choice if only it was the babies who were given the choice. So for now you can say I’m “pro life” or at the very least “pro baby”.

“How are you?”


I have a real problem in social situations. This is something that most people can’t understand. Most of my experience in talking to people is in the various churches I’ve been. Below are some common problems I face.

People ask me “how are you?”. I have never figured out what is the proper way to answer this question or even the meaning of it. What do they mean by that? They don’t ask “who are you”,”what are you?”,”why are you?” or something like that. Some people add a little more to it like “how do you feel?”. I can answer that as “with my fingers”.

To make matters more complex, while people are asking me silly questions, they want to shake my hand. I can’t imagine why they would want to touch my hand especially if they knew where it’s been recently. Furthermore, who knows what kind of manually transmitted disease I might get from them. They might have been touching something really gross like their car keys or money. Honestly, I’m not much of a person who likes physical contact with other creatures. I don’t like hand shakes or hugs. There are those rare times when a hug is okay if I’ve known them for some time, it’s not a Sunday morning, and they don’t do it in a creepy way from behind me when I least expect it.

Those aren’t the only problems I have in relating to people but they certainly happen the most often.