Birthday Bollocks

Since I'm going to be eighteen soon I've been thinking about birthdays and it occurred to me that turning seventeen is horrible. If only for the following reason...

When you turn...

12-you can be heard in a court of law. (which basically means you are finally considered a person.)

13-well that obvious really. Thirteen means you're finally a teen.

14-you can apply for your learners permit and it is also the age of consent in Canada. Meaning of course that you can sleep with anyone you want. Even that 30 year old friend of your parents.(how many levels of wrong is that?!?)

15-you can legally work. Yay you.

16-Well for reasons still unknown to be Sweet Sixteen is a big deal. And lets not forget that by this birthday you can even endanger others by getting a full fledged license.

17-????

18-please booze, smokes, gambling, marriage and lets not forget that pesky civil responsibility of participating in the (?)democratic(?) process.

So my point--- On 17 you get screwed. Nothing all that special. Just a reminder that you are a year older and big pat on the back for you, you're still breathing. This is just yet another micro-rant that has spilled onto here because it's too late for me to use that small rational part of my brain. Which I know most people will ignore.

Oh it's 11:11. Make a Wish.

Time For A Mini-Rant

According to this article,

"Suicide bomb attacks in Iraq have averaged at least one per day since the announcement of a new government in April, according to data gathered by the US military."

My question is, why does it take tragedy in our backyards or those of our supposed allies to force people from their apathy? Everyday people of this world are dying. And more and more I find myself asking why. In my mind there is no reason or excuse for a human being dying when it can be prevented. Everyday in Africa, to AIDS alone, the world loses two times the number of people that were taken on 9/11. That is a horrific thought that I think most don't stop long enough to contemplate what it means.

Up until recently I was one of these people. Head blissfully stuck in the sand. But here I now gasping for air and choking on that sand. Stunned that I am partially responsible for more than I care to admit. I am a consumer. I am a slave to the idiot box. I am worse of then some but better than most. Sure there are weeks where I know it's going to be a bad food week. Bills are paid far to late. Eviction looms over head because of my brothers violent tendencies that leave holes in hallways. But know more than ever I realize how lucky I am. Because there is still always something to eat and at least one person I know would do anything to protect me. So I am finally learning to be grateful and that sadly there are far to many that don't have that.

And yes I believe that every man, woman and child hurt by the actions of another deserves a moment of silence. They deserve a vigil and a remembrance. But what they need more than that moment of silence is never-ending noise. Those who can stand up for them need to with voices raised. The cycle need to stop.

So I am going to take that moment of silence then I'm going scream at the top of my lungs.

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Found this cool thing that is so spot on it borders on creepy...

Your Birthdate: July 29

Your birthday on the 29th adds a tone of idealism to your nature. You are imaginative and creative, but rather uncomfortable in the business world. You are very aware and sensitive, with outstanding intuitive skills and analytical abilities. The 29 reduces to 11, one of the master numbers which often produces much nervous tension. This is the birthday of the dreamer rather than the doer. You do, however, work very well with people.

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