I HAD to make a post about this. Everyone seems to have an oppinion about gay people (or ANYONE who isn't 100% straight). Some are homophobes. They have this HUGE problem with gays. Mostly guys can even act like the gay people offends them personally, just by being gay, even though they never even met before. Some thinks MORE highly of people for being gay. Maybe they admire their courage to be gay (?), which I wouldn't understand, since, as I understand it, it's something you're born with, not something you choose. Therefore it doesn't really take courage. It takes courage to admit it though, with all the haters out there.
Personally, I couldn't care less if a person was gay. It's a sexual orientation, not a personality. Of course there are always extremes, no matter what the subject is. I DO have a problem with gay guys acting even more feminine than girls for whatever reason. But that's only because it seems so very fake. Same with gay girls (yes, they're also called gay, not just lesbians), acting like guys. And I don't mean that the guys just ain't masculine, and the girls just ain't feminine. As a tomboy I completely understand that. What I don't like is, when they take it to extremes. Wether it's gay people acting more feminine/masculine than the opposite sex, or any other subjects. I just don't like fanaticism of any kind.
But really people seems to think that others sexual orientation is for everyone to judge. Unless OF COURSE they happen to be hetero sexual... It's like if people with brown hair had to dye their hair, to avoid people shouting mean comments at them, or even beating them up. And they had to build up a lot of courage to admit that they had... Brown hair! WOOOOO!
Would that make sense? Uhm no...
And hetero people, especially guys, seems to think that just because another guy is gay, he falls in love with ALL guys. Like his only criteria is that the person has to be male, and breathing. It's not like hetero guys falls in love with EVERYONE that happens to be female. It just makes no sense to me.
In my oppinion, people who has prejudice in any way, wether it's sexism, racism, homophobia etc, can't be very individual people. It seems they just heard someone elses oppinion, and adopted that, without even thinking about it. Wihtout comtemplating wether it actually makes sense or not. And then they just stick with that. And everyone who tries to make them understand that it makes NO sense that EVERYONE who likes their own sex should have a brain disorder, are freaks or whatever they seem to think, just gets a cold shoulder. The person simply won't listen.
I know it seems contradicting that I'm saying that I couldn't care less if someone is gay, and then I make a long topic about it LOL, but that's because I can't stand people who has something against thousands of other people because of something they have no control over.
To me, it's like people are killing each other everywhere. People are starving, even though we could stop all world famine, if everyone who could, gave 2 dollars. Practically everyone is stealing, and people all over the world are destroying themselves.
But NOOOOOOO that doesn't matter. The GAY people is the REAL threat that we should all do everything we can to stop!
........
Basically, people need to mind their own business. So that girl has brown hair, so that guy is fat, so that girl wears black shoes, so that guy likes to do jigsaw puzzles, so that girl is lesbian.
It's their lifes, it's what they do, have, like or choose. Lay off people. Take care of your own life, and stop trying to ruin others (directed to all prejudice, sexist, racist, homophobic etc people).
tirsdag den 30. marts 2010
lørdag den 20. marts 2010
Fake Virus
There are many scams on the net, to make you think you have virus, to make you download the anti virus they suggest. Some people even make new kinds of viruses themselves, to sell the ONLY anti virus that can remove them afrerwards, and get money that way. I was victim for one of those sceams (and no, I didn't FALL for it. Read on to get what I mean).
Just saying... Don't trust anything on the internet. I got this a few years back:
(picture coming, when I find out how to put a picture in my blog... I'm a n00b!)
http://www.gratisimage.dk/image-773C_4BBCA67A.jpg
http://www.gratisimage.dk/image-81BF_4BBCA67A.jpg
That stupid page (that was just a pop-up to start with), forced me to download an anti virus. As you can see on the picture (Seriously, I gotta find out how to make a picture!!!), it was clearly fake. First of all, I have an external hard drive called A 29, and that didn't show. second of all, my computer is in danish, not english ._.
It didn't matter what I clicked, it started downloading. I couldn't even kill the process... Then when it's down, I wanna get rid of it, but instead, it autostarts. And like with the download, it didn't matter what I clicked, it still installed. When it was done with that, I wanted to remove the program. But I couldn't! No matter what I did, it wouldn't let me remove it. Took a while for me to get it away, only with the help from my ultra geek dad (still the coolest dad ever!). So don't trust anything on the net. Everything's about money.
Just saying... Don't trust anything on the internet. I got this a few years back:
(picture coming, when I find out how to put a picture in my blog... I'm a n00b!)
http://www.gratisimage.dk/image-773C_4BBCA67A.jpg
http://www.gratisimage.dk/image-81BF_4BBCA67A.jpg
That stupid page (that was just a pop-up to start with), forced me to download an anti virus. As you can see on the picture (Seriously, I gotta find out how to make a picture!!!), it was clearly fake. First of all, I have an external hard drive called A 29, and that didn't show. second of all, my computer is in danish, not english ._.
It didn't matter what I clicked, it started downloading. I couldn't even kill the process... Then when it's down, I wanna get rid of it, but instead, it autostarts. And like with the download, it didn't matter what I clicked, it still installed. When it was done with that, I wanted to remove the program. But I couldn't! No matter what I did, it wouldn't let me remove it. Took a while for me to get it away, only with the help from my ultra geek dad (still the coolest dad ever!). So don't trust anything on the net. Everything's about money.
fredag den 5. marts 2010
The stone plate from Satan
I had this dream, the night after the dream I described below. Satan himself stars in it. But unlike all my other nightmares with him, this had no bad feeling whatsoever.
I was standing in front of a massive stone wall in a desert. It was brown/orang'ish, and went up so high, I couldn't even see the top. Behind me, there was a boulder, and that was it. Behind that, it was all plain desert, and the only entrence through the wall, was a small hole, just big enough for me to crawl through. I didn't know what I was doing there, but I knew I had to get something from inside, so I crawled in there.
As I got in deeper and deeper, it got dark, and I could feel water. It was pitch black, untill I finally saw some weak light ahead. I crawled out of the small hole, and found myself in something that looked like a dungeon. Brown stone walls, a thin layer of water running over the floor. It was one open room, but there was several rooms in it, devided by stone arches and shapes off the wall. I remember torches on the walls, and wooden cages. To my left, was a skeleton in chains, and to my right, a bit ahead, was a corpse, half rotten in one of the wooden cages. Even with all the death around me, I wasn't scared or appauled.
Only about 4 meters ahead, through a stone arch, I saw what I was looking for. It looked like a wooden lectern or something like that, and it had a stone plate on it. I took the plate, and went out the same way I got in. As I got out, and back to the desert, I saw Satan to my left, walking against me. He hadn't seen me, so I just threw the plate in panic, and hid behind the rock not far away. When Satan got there, he saw it and said "How did that get there?". He bend down, and started reading from the plate. "Satans home is...". That's all I remember. I remember that the place mentioned, was a place that existed. Something I knew about, but still, it wasn't a place here on earth, and it wasn't the name of a planet. So I don't know or remember, what the next part was.
I know this is strange, but these dreams were right after each other, and I remember both clearly. Except for the last parts... I never forgot them, and I can't help but wonder if it was just a coinsidense, or if it had some, maybe psychological, meaning. I don't know, I just had to write them down.
I was standing in front of a massive stone wall in a desert. It was brown/orang'ish, and went up so high, I couldn't even see the top. Behind me, there was a boulder, and that was it. Behind that, it was all plain desert, and the only entrence through the wall, was a small hole, just big enough for me to crawl through. I didn't know what I was doing there, but I knew I had to get something from inside, so I crawled in there.
As I got in deeper and deeper, it got dark, and I could feel water. It was pitch black, untill I finally saw some weak light ahead. I crawled out of the small hole, and found myself in something that looked like a dungeon. Brown stone walls, a thin layer of water running over the floor. It was one open room, but there was several rooms in it, devided by stone arches and shapes off the wall. I remember torches on the walls, and wooden cages. To my left, was a skeleton in chains, and to my right, a bit ahead, was a corpse, half rotten in one of the wooden cages. Even with all the death around me, I wasn't scared or appauled.
Only about 4 meters ahead, through a stone arch, I saw what I was looking for. It looked like a wooden lectern or something like that, and it had a stone plate on it. I took the plate, and went out the same way I got in. As I got out, and back to the desert, I saw Satan to my left, walking against me. He hadn't seen me, so I just threw the plate in panic, and hid behind the rock not far away. When Satan got there, he saw it and said "How did that get there?". He bend down, and started reading from the plate. "Satans home is...". That's all I remember. I remember that the place mentioned, was a place that existed. Something I knew about, but still, it wasn't a place here on earth, and it wasn't the name of a planet. So I don't know or remember, what the next part was.
I know this is strange, but these dreams were right after each other, and I remember both clearly. Except for the last parts... I never forgot them, and I can't help but wonder if it was just a coinsidense, or if it had some, maybe psychological, meaning. I don't know, I just had to write them down.
The paper from God.
As anyone who reads my blog, at least somewhat regulary, might have discovered, this is a personal blog. So yes, I write personal things. This, is about a dream I had, when I was about 12. I did write it down, but along with the dream I'm gonna write down next, the paper I wrote it on, got lost. Anyway, I still remember the most importent things... Except THE most importent things unfortunately...
I had a "mission". All I knew, was that I had to get something, from the top of the mountain in front of me. It was a huge mountain. On my way up, I fought kinda... Mario creatures. It wasn't about the fighting, so the dream kinda fast forwarded through it. After a lot of fighting and hazzle, I got to the top. Surprisingly, it was completely flat. In front of me, I saw a grey stone collumn, and on top of that, was a piece of paper. Weird thing is... The paper didn't LIE on the collumn, it was hovering horizontally in the air. But around it, was a semi transparent substance. It didn't have any shape, but it wasn't random. It wasn't fluid, but not solid either. It kinda looked like water made of air, with vanilla in it (?).
I look at it for a little while, because I'm afraid to put my hand in the substance, to take the paper. I finally pull myself together though, and carefully reached for the paper. The substance, didn't feel like anything. It just felt a little chilly on my hand, as I reached through it, to get the paper.
When I got it, I was back down in no time. I saw a uhm... What's it called... Kind of a fruit bar, with fruit drinks. Kinda Hawaii'an style, and the foot of the mountain, and I sat there and looked at the paper. I couldn't read it, they were foreign letters of some kind. And the next part here, will sound extremely silly...
Suddenly, I got this warm, happy feeling. Like a presence of ultimate good. I knew in the dream, that God/Jesus himself was there (that's not the weirdest part). Then I looked to my right, and it was Michael Jackson sitting next to me (Yes yes I know "WTF", but in the dream, it was just a shape, could've been anyone). I looked at the paper, and gave it to him. He smiled and said something like "You did good. You can't read the paper can you?". I say "No, I can't". He nods and told me what it said. Not only do I not remember what the paper said, even though I remember everything else in the dream, but after he told me, he also said "Unfortunately, I can't let you remember what I just told you".
I know this sounds completely ridiculous, but combined with the dream I had the night after, I couldn't help but wonder... Is it purely imagination, or does it mean something? The post over this, will explain why I wonder.
I had a "mission". All I knew, was that I had to get something, from the top of the mountain in front of me. It was a huge mountain. On my way up, I fought kinda... Mario creatures. It wasn't about the fighting, so the dream kinda fast forwarded through it. After a lot of fighting and hazzle, I got to the top. Surprisingly, it was completely flat. In front of me, I saw a grey stone collumn, and on top of that, was a piece of paper. Weird thing is... The paper didn't LIE on the collumn, it was hovering horizontally in the air. But around it, was a semi transparent substance. It didn't have any shape, but it wasn't random. It wasn't fluid, but not solid either. It kinda looked like water made of air, with vanilla in it (?).
I look at it for a little while, because I'm afraid to put my hand in the substance, to take the paper. I finally pull myself together though, and carefully reached for the paper. The substance, didn't feel like anything. It just felt a little chilly on my hand, as I reached through it, to get the paper.
When I got it, I was back down in no time. I saw a uhm... What's it called... Kind of a fruit bar, with fruit drinks. Kinda Hawaii'an style, and the foot of the mountain, and I sat there and looked at the paper. I couldn't read it, they were foreign letters of some kind. And the next part here, will sound extremely silly...
Suddenly, I got this warm, happy feeling. Like a presence of ultimate good. I knew in the dream, that God/Jesus himself was there (that's not the weirdest part). Then I looked to my right, and it was Michael Jackson sitting next to me (Yes yes I know "WTF", but in the dream, it was just a shape, could've been anyone). I looked at the paper, and gave it to him. He smiled and said something like "You did good. You can't read the paper can you?". I say "No, I can't". He nods and told me what it said. Not only do I not remember what the paper said, even though I remember everything else in the dream, but after he told me, he also said "Unfortunately, I can't let you remember what I just told you".
I know this sounds completely ridiculous, but combined with the dream I had the night after, I couldn't help but wonder... Is it purely imagination, or does it mean something? The post over this, will explain why I wonder.
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