Friday, June 3, 2016

I think it's time for Sticky Situation Girl to come to a close.

I think it's about time.
Why? Because I don't want to be below par anymore. I want good writing, and If I can't do it here, I won't.
It's not fair.
To you.
Yes, you who is reading this right now. You.
Are you a regular reader? Do you come visit me in my little corner of the Internet often? My guess would probably be no.
Don't feel like you have to catch up. Don't go back and hurriedly reading through all 18 posts.
19 including this one.
Why not catch up?
Because you don't have to.
This blog has, as I said before, reached it's final performance.
It's over now. And I couldn't be more relieved.
Not because I didn't like blogging on SSG. I loved it. I still do.
It's because other things I love more. I have certain parts of my life I must keep in my life.
Fashion teal.
All of these, and more, are what I must keep close to me, as a part of my life. SSG is still going to be a part of my life, what made me me, but it just won't be a continuing presence.
And that's okay.
Why am I relieved about the closing of this blog, this final post?
Because I knew I wasn't giving this blog my all.
Many people might describe me to be a purposive and determined person. I do stuff with a purpose and a resolve to do it well.
I need 100% effort to feel okay with myself.
SSG wasn't 100%, and through the several months after starting the blog up until now, and I knew this.
But I loved SSG.
Loved it.
I wanted to keep going.
So I did the unthinkable.
I pushed through the slump and produced work that was okay.
Not superb.
That's not 100%.
I had to take a good look at what I was doing, and I realized I couldn't go on knowing this wasn't a devotion of my entire mind and heart.
So what do I do?
That's what I'm doing now.

So, goodbye.
Nice knowing you. Nice seeing you.
Hope you come across a little site in the corner of the Internet like mine soon.
And maybe you'll read it. Maybe not.
I hope you do.

Well, from me and my blog Sticky Situation Girl, we say goodbye and maybe we'll see you around.
Remember, if there's a predicament, there's always a girl with a blog to help.
Thanks for reading.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Why does it have to be anything at all?

That's what I ask.
Why, I ask.
Why police brutality.
Why fatal shootings.
Why national media attention for a cause that just won't resolve.
Why does it have to be like this.
I know it doesn't have to be like this, but it clearly isn't another way. The other way is yet to be found, yet to be put into place. The other way isn't what we have now. The other way isn't fear.
The other way is peace.
It's hard to imagine it another way, isn't it? The safe way, where people greet the police officers, not beat them. A way of care, not fear. A way with no weapons to kill someone, ending their life. A way of feeling a sense of security even when seeing a police officer with a gun in their holster.
A way of peace.
Why can't we fix this fatal, messy problem? Why do innocent men have to keep being shot down in the streets, and for what? Because they did one thing wrong?
People shouldn't be murdered for a mistake.
Mistakes can change a person.
Mistakes change lives.
Mistakes change you.
Why get murdered for a mistake.

But in a way, do some people see murder for mistakes as a way of good?
That people would rather get killed than live the rest of their lives with the haunting guilt of a life gone wrong? Opportunities gone? A deep, dark hole with nowhere to escape to but a deeper, darker hole of the wrong done in their heart?
Who wants to live in a deep, dark, hole?
Of guilt.
But who wants to die.
Not by their choosing.
But by the choosing of the so called "protection" of people.
I ask.
How can you protect the people that you are so fatally shooting away?
How can you protect what you don't have? And what does that do for the people that you do have left?
It creates fear.
Do I know someone that's going to be next?
Am I next?
The nation needs to ask themselves the question of how to solve such a problem with such large issues.
We need to ask ourselves this.
We need to do this.
We need to do this to save the life of the next person shot down by our "protection."
Maybe then, we can solve this problem.
Maybe then, it will become nothing at all.