Cancer is a scary thing to deal with. Not just for the person, but the people surrounding that person. For some reason, I never thought about the hardships faced romantically by the people on either side. Think about it. A person with cancer knows their disease could get better. But could also get worse to a point beyond repair. And yet, they still want what we all ultimately want: love. And they probably want it more than most, because they may not have alot of time left on this earth. However, there are major hardships that may prevent them from obtaining that. The first being that people may look at them and feel sorry for them. Or pity. Ultimately, I feel that sympathy, in any situation, is utterly useless. I mean what, "I'm sorry you have a tumor in your chest and that you may die from it? Wish there was something I could do?" What they hell is that doing for anyone?
The other problems actually are a joint hardship between the sick individual and whoever he/she is pursuing a relationship with. And they all revolve outside of the two individuals. Namely, the other individual's family. The family may think the person with cancer is looking for a crutch. That is someone they can, in a nutshell, dump their shit on. They feel the sick person is looking for someone to take care of them. The other problem is that they don't want to see their loved one to get hurt.
Which is understandable. However, seeing as nobody is psychic, we can't truly forsee what the future holds for the two individuals. And we don't know what will happen to the person suffering from cancer.
My point?
Dating someone with cancer, or any terminal illness for that matter is a challenge. But there are plenty of worse off situations in which neither party may be suffering from disease, but can cause one or both people harm. Abusive relationships, homosexual relationships, polyamorous relationships, etc.
Should we alienate someone suffering from a terminal illness just to protect our own well-being? And where do we draw the line that divides the acceptable from the unacceptable? Especially when every illness has the potential of growing life threatening. If I'm dating a girl and she catches swine flu or pneumonia, do I cut her off?
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Thirty.
The snow is here! And I'm highly pissed! Lol jack frost, bitch that he is, has cheated me out of yet another white christmas. Instead i'll be lucky if i get a gray xmas. you know, the color the snow turns several days and a snowplow later. sooo not cool.
In other news, I'm back. No, seriously. I've been locked away in the City of My Mind lately, dealing with a few demons and ghouls. And vampires of course. Cause everything has vampires these days. It's a bit of an overkill don't you think? What I've learned from this new vampire fetish America has been swept by ( I say America because Europe and Asia have long accepted the existence of mythical creatures) is that Twilight should've remained a book series only. Excellent story (great job Ms. Myers) and the characters are memorable. However, the movies so far a punk-emo-soap opera debacle that serve as an eye-candy festival for all female and male worshippers who've dedicated their lives to either Team Jacob or Team Edward. I've also learned, thanks to true blood, that vampires are indeed the freakiest creatures on the planet. The only reason their existence still remains a myth is that our weak mortal forms cannot withstand their voracious sexual appetites. Thus, we die before we can run to our friends and scream, "Vampire head is the best!!!!!!"
Ok, now that we've gotten that tangent over and done with lol, let's move on. I am back to blogging. In fact I have to other blogs set up, both of which are stories I'm currently working on. Not to mention the two other stories I'm working on not through a blog but good old microsoft word. I'm not sure what happened, seeing as how I was aimlessly driven to make writing my career, but suddenly direction appeared. And ever since, I've been writing, constantly. All I can say is, I truly know this is what I was meant to do. And I no longer feel scared about doing it.
last but not least, Tiger Woods. I have too lol. It's my humblest opinion that the entire world leaves this dude alone. Who cares who he slept with? If he was smart enough to not get caught, kudos to him. Do i condone it? No. But don't turn these mistresses of his into ten second celebrities. We already have Jon and Kate. And an army of Dancing With The Stars contestants. And a number of rappers' baby mamas. What the media should do is give fame to people that are actually doing something interesting. And that's pretty much anyone not being mentioned in the tabloids.
In other news, I'm back. No, seriously. I've been locked away in the City of My Mind lately, dealing with a few demons and ghouls. And vampires of course. Cause everything has vampires these days. It's a bit of an overkill don't you think? What I've learned from this new vampire fetish America has been swept by ( I say America because Europe and Asia have long accepted the existence of mythical creatures) is that Twilight should've remained a book series only. Excellent story (great job Ms. Myers) and the characters are memorable. However, the movies so far a punk-emo-soap opera debacle that serve as an eye-candy festival for all female and male worshippers who've dedicated their lives to either Team Jacob or Team Edward. I've also learned, thanks to true blood, that vampires are indeed the freakiest creatures on the planet. The only reason their existence still remains a myth is that our weak mortal forms cannot withstand their voracious sexual appetites. Thus, we die before we can run to our friends and scream, "Vampire head is the best!!!!!!"
Ok, now that we've gotten that tangent over and done with lol, let's move on. I am back to blogging. In fact I have to other blogs set up, both of which are stories I'm currently working on. Not to mention the two other stories I'm working on not through a blog but good old microsoft word. I'm not sure what happened, seeing as how I was aimlessly driven to make writing my career, but suddenly direction appeared. And ever since, I've been writing, constantly. All I can say is, I truly know this is what I was meant to do. And I no longer feel scared about doing it.
last but not least, Tiger Woods. I have too lol. It's my humblest opinion that the entire world leaves this dude alone. Who cares who he slept with? If he was smart enough to not get caught, kudos to him. Do i condone it? No. But don't turn these mistresses of his into ten second celebrities. We already have Jon and Kate. And an army of Dancing With The Stars contestants. And a number of rappers' baby mamas. What the media should do is give fame to people that are actually doing something interesting. And that's pretty much anyone not being mentioned in the tabloids.
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