Welp, here it is again. The beginning of a new year. Usually, at this time, I imagine the year ahead of me. I think of the opportunities I will have to show off my newly svelt body, which, of course, I'm going to bust my ass (literally) to achieve. Hello, bikini! Hello, sexy Halloween costume! Hello, greater stamina and energy! The future usually seems brighter at the beginning, but this year, I'm not going to sugar coat it. No more deluding myself that losing weight is easy. No more thoughtless eating, emotional eating, or boredom eating. I know that I don't have the willpower or strength to follow a diet or an exercise plan; that's been made abundantly clear by hundreds of past failures. What I DO have, though, is an unlimited, reliable power-source that I can tap anytime. This soure of strength helped me quit smoking cold turkey. Now that I know I can kick one addiction, break one habit, with God, I just have to remember to rely on Him again. So, here is my plan.
1- PRAY. Pray for mindfulness. Pray for self-control. Pray for motivation.
2- Be prepared. When I plan ahead what my meals will be, I am more successful. I can bring healthy snacks and lunches to school so I won't be tempted by Chipotle (which I walk past daily, btw).
3- Pray some more. Particularly while walking past Chipotle.
4- Banish fear and guilt. To be more specific, fear of failure and guilt after I fail. Seriously, as long as I'm trying, I can't fail. Sure, I won't always make the healthy choice; sometimes a girl's gotta have a brownie. So, why fear the inevitable? All that does is paralyze me and make me want to give up. Then, I feel guilty for giving up, and finish off the pan of brownies. Not good. So, no more fear or guilt. My food does NOT have to be tied to my emotions.
5- Hydrate! The last time I was marginally sucessful at losing weight, I shed 45 pounds. Know what I did besides eat lots-o-veggies? I drank nearly a gallon of water a day. That's all I drank. No soda, coffee, milk, or juice. I had green tea to relax in the evening, but other than that I was a fish. A very happy, energetic fish (not that they actually drink water, but that's just splitting hairs. Lay off.).
6- Pray. Again. This time, though, I'll pray for motivation to stick to it when I'm beginning to see changes. I know that sounds silly...that's when dieting is easiest, right? WRONG. I remember feeling so elated that I was down another two, three, five, whatever pounds that I 'rewarded' myself with a day off my diet. Soon, that day was two, then a week, then, "Ooops, where did those four months go?" I'll reward myself with non-food items, and pray that God helps me.
7- Exercise three days a week. There's a voice in my head saying it should be more, but she can STFU and remember that's still three more days than I'm doing now. So there.
8- Use the tools at my disposal. Namely, Weight Watchers Online. I have an app on my phone, so there's really no good excuse for not keeping track of my food and exercise. Besides, when I reach a weight-loss goal, I get a star and fanfare. Don't lie and tell me you don't get excited about stars and fanfare....I do!!!
9- PRAY PRAY PRAY PRAY PRAY PRAY
10- Last but not least, I'm going to share my struggle. Oftentimes, we see being overweight as something shameful and disgusting, but it's really just a physical trait, like having hands that look like your mom's or big blue eyes. The difference is that being overweight comes with health risks, and that it's completely changeable. It's not quick, and rarely easy, but hardship shared is hardship halved and joy shared is joy doubled. Will you share my joy? I'll gladly help you with your hardships. :)
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Monday, August 8, 2011
Step Away From the Freezer Case, or, 2 Timothy 1:7
So, first off, I'd like to say that I'm pretty sure I could kick it with James Bond. No, I'm not a spy, and honestly, guns make me hyperventilate a little, but I'm enjoying a dry martini, shaken, not stirred, as I write this. Yeah, I feel a bit debonair.
My last post was about the princess/warrior complex that is so pervasive in youth culture. I want to make a quick correction to that post and mention something I completely forgot to include. VIDEO GAMES! I profess that since I married a gamer I tend to have a bit of a blind spot in that area, and though not all games are bad, the vast majority are violence-based. You can't tell me that playing Battlefield or Call of Duty (and those are the tame ones) doesn't condition you for war. Pretty sure it does. However, I'm thinking games like Little Big Planet or Super Mario are fairly harmless as far as violence goes, and actually can help develop not only hand-eye coordination but also perseverance and problem-solving skills. So, parents, check the labels! Those ratings are there for a reason.
And now....I've been noticing lately that the 'programming' I've endured throughout my life from magazines, TV, and the cult of celebrity have really done a number on my self-esteem (as well as various hurts I've suffered). Here I am, a 25-year-old woman, fairly intelligent, emotionally strong, and infinitely caring. And yet, I doubt myself at every turn. My most recent decision is regarding one of the most enduring issues I've had in my life, and that is my weight and health. Last year, at almost exactly this time, I quit smoking. I did it through prayer. Anytime I wanted a cig, I just prayed about it and asked God to take away that craving. Now, whether you see that as reinforcing my own willpower by some kind of psychological talisman or as God actually intervening in my life is immaterial to me; I know where I stand. The fact remains that I DID IT. I quit, without medical assistance, one of the most addictive substances in the world. Go Me, right? Eh, I suppose. Well, it's true, I am kinda proud of myself, though I am mostly proud that I knew to ask for help. That idea transfers to my quest to lose weight. I need help. So, I'm exercising with my mom, using Weight Watchers to track what I eat, and generally paying more attention to my nutrition (and, yes, I pray about it). The thing is, I'm surrounded by things that attempt to defeat me.
At every corner as I'm driving to work in the morning is a fast-food place. The house I work at has chocolate-chip cookie dough in the fridge. I am tempted to stop at Cold Stone Creamery pretty much daily. And that's just the food! Last night I went grocery shopping (lots of veggies, yay!) and was bombarded at the checkout lane with pictures of these skinny, beautiful, seemingly perfect women. Now, I know in my head that these are not real women. They may have started out that way, but they have been poked and prodded and trained and airbrushed into an unreachable goal. They are not as happy as they look and though they may be rich, that don't have the husband and family I do, poor things. In my heart, though, I feel a pang every time I walk through that gauntlet or watch TV (btw, getting rid of cable was the best decision my hubby and I ever made) and see those lithe, willowy women or those big-tittied, curvy ones half undressed and acting slutty. Does this make any sense?! Why would I want to be slutty? I have neither need nor desire to flaunt my body, yet there is a small part of me that is jealous of these creatures. Ok, I'll be honest, it's small, but loud. When I envision myself healthy and thinner, I almost always picture my 'dream body' in a bikini, and I rarely can visualize my face. What does that say to you? To me, it says that I'm so twisted with these images of impossible ideals that I've failed on some level to see what a beautiful, healthy body looks like. What MY beautiful, healthy body looks like. And furthermore, why the hell am I so preoccupied with what my body looks like? I need to become familiar with how my body feels, what it's telling me. I have strong legs and arms that can dead lift a squirming child, no problem. I'd like to be able to run for more than a block without feeling like I'm going to die. I'm attempting here to supplant my conditioning (look skinny and hot=be happy) with my own values. I value a strong heart and lungs. I value living to a ripe old age to support and enjoy my great grandchildren. I value being there for my husband and family in whatever capacity they need. And last but DEFINITELY not least, I value myself.
What I need to remember, and what I hope ALL my friends remember, is that though I have been hurt repeatedly and my self-esteem has been bruised and battered by these impossibly attractive ideals, I am more than my reflection. This sounds cliche, yes, but damn it, it's true, and worth saying over and over. The world can only deal with us on an external basis. No person can truly know another's mind, and so we are left to bumble around interacting with these faces and trusting that we are being understood, appreciated, validated. So, stop looking outside yourself for the support you need. I'm not saying you should discount your friends and family; they are extremely necessary. Just, look inside yourself first. Trust to the strength God put into you, because that strength is Him. Be your own best friend first, and don't just learn to love yourself, but take joy in yourself. Be exuberant! Take responsibility for your own actions and decisions and realize that they, like everything else in this tiny, inconsequential, breath-taking existence we lead, are temporary and changeable.
Mostly, trust to your own innate self, "for God gave us a spirit not of fear, but of power and love and self control." So, don't be afraid; it's not in your spirit. The fear you feel was planted in you in the hopes that it would inhibit you and keep you from realizing your own awesome potential. It is fed by the television & media, the insecure people who put you down, and the blindness you have to your own situation. It is my sincere hope that this helps you take off those blinders and banish that snivelling, slinking fear from your heart. Root it out! It's not welcome. Remember the power of God that dwells in you, the unconditional love that comforts you, and the self control you have to resist temptation and rise above the petty, stinking mass that has become American culture.
No, it's not easy. It's terrifying to let go of a crutch you've relied on for so long. I'm still scared that I'll mess up and have to start all over again. I still want to bury my fears in a pint of Chunky Monkey and an entire Jake's pizza and just doze off in a food coma. But, I'm realizing that with the powerful, loving spirit God gave me and the support of my family and friends, I can say no to the creamy, fatty deliciousness and choose to weed my garden, walk around the lake, or dance my butt off for an hour in Zumba. God gave me free will so I could learn to make the right decisions myself, and He is the best support I could ask for.
My last post was about the princess/warrior complex that is so pervasive in youth culture. I want to make a quick correction to that post and mention something I completely forgot to include. VIDEO GAMES! I profess that since I married a gamer I tend to have a bit of a blind spot in that area, and though not all games are bad, the vast majority are violence-based. You can't tell me that playing Battlefield or Call of Duty (and those are the tame ones) doesn't condition you for war. Pretty sure it does. However, I'm thinking games like Little Big Planet or Super Mario are fairly harmless as far as violence goes, and actually can help develop not only hand-eye coordination but also perseverance and problem-solving skills. So, parents, check the labels! Those ratings are there for a reason.
And now....I've been noticing lately that the 'programming' I've endured throughout my life from magazines, TV, and the cult of celebrity have really done a number on my self-esteem (as well as various hurts I've suffered). Here I am, a 25-year-old woman, fairly intelligent, emotionally strong, and infinitely caring. And yet, I doubt myself at every turn. My most recent decision is regarding one of the most enduring issues I've had in my life, and that is my weight and health. Last year, at almost exactly this time, I quit smoking. I did it through prayer. Anytime I wanted a cig, I just prayed about it and asked God to take away that craving. Now, whether you see that as reinforcing my own willpower by some kind of psychological talisman or as God actually intervening in my life is immaterial to me; I know where I stand. The fact remains that I DID IT. I quit, without medical assistance, one of the most addictive substances in the world. Go Me, right? Eh, I suppose. Well, it's true, I am kinda proud of myself, though I am mostly proud that I knew to ask for help. That idea transfers to my quest to lose weight. I need help. So, I'm exercising with my mom, using Weight Watchers to track what I eat, and generally paying more attention to my nutrition (and, yes, I pray about it). The thing is, I'm surrounded by things that attempt to defeat me.
At every corner as I'm driving to work in the morning is a fast-food place. The house I work at has chocolate-chip cookie dough in the fridge. I am tempted to stop at Cold Stone Creamery pretty much daily. And that's just the food! Last night I went grocery shopping (lots of veggies, yay!) and was bombarded at the checkout lane with pictures of these skinny, beautiful, seemingly perfect women. Now, I know in my head that these are not real women. They may have started out that way, but they have been poked and prodded and trained and airbrushed into an unreachable goal. They are not as happy as they look and though they may be rich, that don't have the husband and family I do, poor things. In my heart, though, I feel a pang every time I walk through that gauntlet or watch TV (btw, getting rid of cable was the best decision my hubby and I ever made) and see those lithe, willowy women or those big-tittied, curvy ones half undressed and acting slutty. Does this make any sense?! Why would I want to be slutty? I have neither need nor desire to flaunt my body, yet there is a small part of me that is jealous of these creatures. Ok, I'll be honest, it's small, but loud. When I envision myself healthy and thinner, I almost always picture my 'dream body' in a bikini, and I rarely can visualize my face. What does that say to you? To me, it says that I'm so twisted with these images of impossible ideals that I've failed on some level to see what a beautiful, healthy body looks like. What MY beautiful, healthy body looks like. And furthermore, why the hell am I so preoccupied with what my body looks like? I need to become familiar with how my body feels, what it's telling me. I have strong legs and arms that can dead lift a squirming child, no problem. I'd like to be able to run for more than a block without feeling like I'm going to die. I'm attempting here to supplant my conditioning (look skinny and hot=be happy) with my own values. I value a strong heart and lungs. I value living to a ripe old age to support and enjoy my great grandchildren. I value being there for my husband and family in whatever capacity they need. And last but DEFINITELY not least, I value myself.
What I need to remember, and what I hope ALL my friends remember, is that though I have been hurt repeatedly and my self-esteem has been bruised and battered by these impossibly attractive ideals, I am more than my reflection. This sounds cliche, yes, but damn it, it's true, and worth saying over and over. The world can only deal with us on an external basis. No person can truly know another's mind, and so we are left to bumble around interacting with these faces and trusting that we are being understood, appreciated, validated. So, stop looking outside yourself for the support you need. I'm not saying you should discount your friends and family; they are extremely necessary. Just, look inside yourself first. Trust to the strength God put into you, because that strength is Him. Be your own best friend first, and don't just learn to love yourself, but take joy in yourself. Be exuberant! Take responsibility for your own actions and decisions and realize that they, like everything else in this tiny, inconsequential, breath-taking existence we lead, are temporary and changeable.
Mostly, trust to your own innate self, "for God gave us a spirit not of fear, but of power and love and self control." So, don't be afraid; it's not in your spirit. The fear you feel was planted in you in the hopes that it would inhibit you and keep you from realizing your own awesome potential. It is fed by the television & media, the insecure people who put you down, and the blindness you have to your own situation. It is my sincere hope that this helps you take off those blinders and banish that snivelling, slinking fear from your heart. Root it out! It's not welcome. Remember the power of God that dwells in you, the unconditional love that comforts you, and the self control you have to resist temptation and rise above the petty, stinking mass that has become American culture.
No, it's not easy. It's terrifying to let go of a crutch you've relied on for so long. I'm still scared that I'll mess up and have to start all over again. I still want to bury my fears in a pint of Chunky Monkey and an entire Jake's pizza and just doze off in a food coma. But, I'm realizing that with the powerful, loving spirit God gave me and the support of my family and friends, I can say no to the creamy, fatty deliciousness and choose to weed my garden, walk around the lake, or dance my butt off for an hour in Zumba. God gave me free will so I could learn to make the right decisions myself, and He is the best support I could ask for.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Waking Up is Hard to Do
I am and always have been a heavy sleeper. I once slept right through an earthquake. My husband is continually frustrated with my inability to awaken after being in a car for an extended period of time. Physical sleep has rarely eluded me, for which I am very grateful. I've found, recently, that this trait of mine extends into my mental life as well. I have become more aware in the past few months of the way the world works, and, while I knew before that things weren't going well, I'm continually disappointed the more I learn. This blog is going to be my attempt at de-programing myself so that I may begin to help others wake up as well.
Now, when I say de-programming, I mean it in a literal sense. The powers-that-be (fyi, they're not our 'government') have been spoon-feeding us from birth and even before. We are bombarded with pollutants constantly, both physically (vaccines, unnecessary medications, flouride, processed foods, chem trails, and on and on) and mentally (ads, magazines, TELEVISION, the 'news'papers, movies, music -especially music-, @ school, @ home, everywhere). These pollutants weaken us and keep us living in a constant state of fear, self-loathing, greed, and jealousy so we don't ask questions or even stumble in our stupified lurch through our lives. Ugh, my stomach turns just thinking about it. It's so pervasive that often I don't even see it, and I'm beginning to learn what to look for. For now, however, lets look at one aspect of this programming which has been on my mind of late: the princess/warrior complex
First, think of your local super-store. In your mind's eye, picture the toys section. There are probably six or seven aisles of books, games, dolls, trucks, etc. Now, I bet you know exactly which aisles are for the girls and which are for the boys, right? Of course you do. The girls' aisles are all pink and purple, and stocked with dress-up clothes, dolls, 'pretend' makeup, tiaras, and every Hannah Montana product imaginable. The boys have their own blue area, too. In it, we find bugs, swords, guns, action figures (GI Joe, Star Wars, Transformers, superheroes), and sports paraphernalia. At first glance, this doesn't seem so bad. It's just girls being girls and boys being boys, right? Wrong. Think for a minute; what message are we sending girls? What about boys? SEX and VIOLENCE. Don't believe me? Well, let's keep exploring.
Now, I want you to think of every Disney movie you saw as a kid. Good memories, right? This is where I started feeling betrayed. Think of all the leads in these movies. One thing they have in common: broken families and/or no mothers. Snow White-mom's dead, evil stepmother. Aurora (of Sleeping Beauty fame) and Rapunzel-separated from parents and mom has no name. Cinderella- mom's dead, dad's dead, evil stepmother. Ariel-mom's dead, seven flighty sisters. Jasmine and Belle-mom's dead, bumbling father. Alladin-orphan. Bambi, Quasimodo, Nemo, and Dumbo-moms are killed trying to protect them. Peter Pan-orphan (Wendy, John, and Michael have parents...who leave them home alone with a DOG as a babysitter). Tod (Fox & the Hound)-mom is killed. Simba-dad is killed. Lilo-both parents dead. Tianna-dad's dead. I mean, really, I could go on and on, but it gets a little ridiculous. The only strong female character with a living mom & dad is Mulan, and to be successful she has to pretend to be a MAN. Looks like Disney's done a fairly good job of ruining the family.
Now that we've got the absentee parents covered, lets move on to the caretakers that are around. There are a few who do an ok job. Nemo's dad, I liked, even if he was a little overbearing. Most of the other dads are pretty lame as far as taking care of their kids goes. The non-humans are ok (think dwarves and fairies, etc.) but their charges still manage to get almost killed. All the stepmothers are evil and try to keep their girls away from the outside world until the prince comes to save them. This prince used to be a pretty nice guy, if a little bland for my tastes, but as the decades have passed, these guys are turning naughty. Tangled features a thief as a hero (one without even a 'noble' reason...just greed)! The female characters are set up to hate their mothers and want to run away with the bad guy and live happily ever after. Except, Disney never tells us what that cinsists of. Sure being a princess is neat and all, but what about kids or employment? There are no strong examples of nurturing women in these poor girls' lives for them to follow.
Ok, so combine this lesson our daughters are learning with the products they are encouraged to buy and the TV they watch. Our little princesses (ugh) see that their major goal is to be rescued by their prince from their awful family. They learn from TOO YOUNG that the way to do this is through sexy clothes, make-up, and pretty hair. And, God forbid they can't afford these things, because they are told that they won't look like the princesses in the movies without them, and well, then they're screwed and had better start learning how to knit and like cats, cuz there's no man in their future (aka no future). This crushes their fragile little self-esteem. Some girls turn to drugs to cope, some to food (me me me!!!). Some chase men and some are terrified of them. But, without solid families behind them, none of them are going to know what the hell to do if they do find a man. So, they compensate by filling their lives with things, playing on the lessons learned by the little boys who 'rescued' them.
These boys have thieves and murderers and war as their examples. Fight the dragon/beast/Empire/Decepticons/supervillians, etc, and win a hottie. Kill them ALL! Their poor little brains are flooded with high levels of adrenaline while they're still developing. This, of course, gets them ready for the cut-throat world of...the workplace? They are trained from a young age to be killers, predisposed to join the military or end up in jail or join the sneakier worlds of business, finance, and politics. They're all taught to go rescue the princess, but again, nobody tells them what to do with her aside from bang her brains out (pop music and TV take VERY good care of teaching that one). So, they end up in debt and depressed because they keep trying to please their lady by buying-buying-buying and nothing works.
The worst part is, this is intentional. We are supposed to be preoccupied with the opposite sex right away, according to the ones in control, so we can breed and make more drones to give them money. That's all we are to the Illuminati/Freemasons/greedy motherf*ckers/devil worshipers who run this joint. The only way we can start breaking free from this hype (interesting sidenote...hype sure looks a lot like hypnotize, no?) is to wake up and see through the smoke screens they put in the way. We are cogs in their giant Money Machine, turning only to feed their greed and appetites for sex and destruction. It makes me infinitely sad that people right now are watching reality TV instead of reading, Twittering instead of talking face to face with another human being. There are children bought and sold as sex slaves by the CIA, and nobody seems to care, but don't miss the next episode of American Idol (which btw, is studded with satanic ritual...YouTube it)!
See why this bothers me? I have such a heavy heart thinking about these things, and have to constantly remind myself that, while I live in an EVIL world, I can trust God to help me and take care of me. I can rest easy in Him and take comfort in the fact that my life on this planet is only a tiny blip in the grand scheme of things. I used ot hope that I would just go along, unnoticed by those in power, but the more I learn, the more I want to be a thorn in their heel, driving deep and painful shocks every time they step. I pray that we all wake up, and soon, otherwise I'm looking ahead to a future that scares the crap out of me.
Now, when I say de-programming, I mean it in a literal sense. The powers-that-be (fyi, they're not our 'government') have been spoon-feeding us from birth and even before. We are bombarded with pollutants constantly, both physically (vaccines, unnecessary medications, flouride, processed foods, chem trails, and on and on) and mentally (ads, magazines, TELEVISION, the 'news'papers, movies, music -especially music-, @ school, @ home, everywhere). These pollutants weaken us and keep us living in a constant state of fear, self-loathing, greed, and jealousy so we don't ask questions or even stumble in our stupified lurch through our lives. Ugh, my stomach turns just thinking about it. It's so pervasive that often I don't even see it, and I'm beginning to learn what to look for. For now, however, lets look at one aspect of this programming which has been on my mind of late: the princess/warrior complex
First, think of your local super-store. In your mind's eye, picture the toys section. There are probably six or seven aisles of books, games, dolls, trucks, etc. Now, I bet you know exactly which aisles are for the girls and which are for the boys, right? Of course you do. The girls' aisles are all pink and purple, and stocked with dress-up clothes, dolls, 'pretend' makeup, tiaras, and every Hannah Montana product imaginable. The boys have their own blue area, too. In it, we find bugs, swords, guns, action figures (GI Joe, Star Wars, Transformers, superheroes), and sports paraphernalia. At first glance, this doesn't seem so bad. It's just girls being girls and boys being boys, right? Wrong. Think for a minute; what message are we sending girls? What about boys? SEX and VIOLENCE. Don't believe me? Well, let's keep exploring.
Now, I want you to think of every Disney movie you saw as a kid. Good memories, right? This is where I started feeling betrayed. Think of all the leads in these movies. One thing they have in common: broken families and/or no mothers. Snow White-mom's dead, evil stepmother. Aurora (of Sleeping Beauty fame) and Rapunzel-separated from parents and mom has no name. Cinderella- mom's dead, dad's dead, evil stepmother. Ariel-mom's dead, seven flighty sisters. Jasmine and Belle-mom's dead, bumbling father. Alladin-orphan. Bambi, Quasimodo, Nemo, and Dumbo-moms are killed trying to protect them. Peter Pan-orphan (Wendy, John, and Michael have parents...who leave them home alone with a DOG as a babysitter). Tod (Fox & the Hound)-mom is killed. Simba-dad is killed. Lilo-both parents dead. Tianna-dad's dead. I mean, really, I could go on and on, but it gets a little ridiculous. The only strong female character with a living mom & dad is Mulan, and to be successful she has to pretend to be a MAN. Looks like Disney's done a fairly good job of ruining the family.
Now that we've got the absentee parents covered, lets move on to the caretakers that are around. There are a few who do an ok job. Nemo's dad, I liked, even if he was a little overbearing. Most of the other dads are pretty lame as far as taking care of their kids goes. The non-humans are ok (think dwarves and fairies, etc.) but their charges still manage to get almost killed. All the stepmothers are evil and try to keep their girls away from the outside world until the prince comes to save them. This prince used to be a pretty nice guy, if a little bland for my tastes, but as the decades have passed, these guys are turning naughty. Tangled features a thief as a hero (one without even a 'noble' reason...just greed)! The female characters are set up to hate their mothers and want to run away with the bad guy and live happily ever after. Except, Disney never tells us what that cinsists of. Sure being a princess is neat and all, but what about kids or employment? There are no strong examples of nurturing women in these poor girls' lives for them to follow.
Ok, so combine this lesson our daughters are learning with the products they are encouraged to buy and the TV they watch. Our little princesses (ugh) see that their major goal is to be rescued by their prince from their awful family. They learn from TOO YOUNG that the way to do this is through sexy clothes, make-up, and pretty hair. And, God forbid they can't afford these things, because they are told that they won't look like the princesses in the movies without them, and well, then they're screwed and had better start learning how to knit and like cats, cuz there's no man in their future (aka no future). This crushes their fragile little self-esteem. Some girls turn to drugs to cope, some to food (me me me!!!). Some chase men and some are terrified of them. But, without solid families behind them, none of them are going to know what the hell to do if they do find a man. So, they compensate by filling their lives with things, playing on the lessons learned by the little boys who 'rescued' them.
These boys have thieves and murderers and war as their examples. Fight the dragon/beast/Empire/Decepticons/supervillians, etc, and win a hottie. Kill them ALL! Their poor little brains are flooded with high levels of adrenaline while they're still developing. This, of course, gets them ready for the cut-throat world of...the workplace? They are trained from a young age to be killers, predisposed to join the military or end up in jail or join the sneakier worlds of business, finance, and politics. They're all taught to go rescue the princess, but again, nobody tells them what to do with her aside from bang her brains out (pop music and TV take VERY good care of teaching that one). So, they end up in debt and depressed because they keep trying to please their lady by buying-buying-buying and nothing works.
The worst part is, this is intentional. We are supposed to be preoccupied with the opposite sex right away, according to the ones in control, so we can breed and make more drones to give them money. That's all we are to the Illuminati/Freemasons/greedy motherf*ckers/devil worshipers who run this joint. The only way we can start breaking free from this hype (interesting sidenote...hype sure looks a lot like hypnotize, no?) is to wake up and see through the smoke screens they put in the way. We are cogs in their giant Money Machine, turning only to feed their greed and appetites for sex and destruction. It makes me infinitely sad that people right now are watching reality TV instead of reading, Twittering instead of talking face to face with another human being. There are children bought and sold as sex slaves by the CIA, and nobody seems to care, but don't miss the next episode of American Idol (which btw, is studded with satanic ritual...YouTube it)!
See why this bothers me? I have such a heavy heart thinking about these things, and have to constantly remind myself that, while I live in an EVIL world, I can trust God to help me and take care of me. I can rest easy in Him and take comfort in the fact that my life on this planet is only a tiny blip in the grand scheme of things. I used ot hope that I would just go along, unnoticed by those in power, but the more I learn, the more I want to be a thorn in their heel, driving deep and painful shocks every time they step. I pray that we all wake up, and soon, otherwise I'm looking ahead to a future that scares the crap out of me.
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