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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Emily Peterson
B4
December 2nd, 2009
What is a strong belief or opinion that you hold? How did you reach it? Did it gradually evolve or come instantly? Have you ever had a strong belief or opinion change? Explain.
Write about an epiphany (an experience that caused you to see a truth more clearly). What did you learn and how are you different because of that experience?
I hate stupid people.
            When I say stupid people, I’m not talking about people who don’t know the inertia of an object. I’m talking about the type of people who make your head clouded, and who will manipulate anyone to get what they want. I know that there’s good and bad in everyone, but in these people it seems like there’s only bad.
            You asked us if we would save the creeper who got in a car crash on his way back home from being let out of jail. I said yes, but I’ve changed my mind. I most definitely would not save him. It’s better for him to be gone (even if he might have “changed” in the future), then for two more people to get attacked and have their lives messed up forever. If all he’s going to do is ruin other people’s lives, then he doesn’t deserve his own. I don’t care if it’s not my choice, and besides I have a feeling that the world (and the families of his future victims) would thank me. I would feel like the worst person if I were to save him, and then he went along and hurt a bunch of people. I don’t think I could live with myself knowing that it happened partially because of me. By keeping him alive, I would be allowing him to go and continue doing what he was doing, ruining people’s lives. You might as well call me his accomplice. 
How did I reach this conclusion? Well, I’ll share with you the turning point in my life. 
First, there are some things you need to know. My dad is narcissistic, and has some other issues, but it basically boils down to meaning that I can never have a normal relationship with him. He rejects merely the thought that he has faults and doesn’t try to change. With him acting like this it creates a lot of problems. One of the biggest problems is that he wants to have to his kids love him, yet he refuses to put in any effort. Then, instead of taking responsibility for anything that he’s done, he tries to justify his actions and make me feel like I’m inconsiderate for not being a loving, respectful child. Well, one day I decided I was going to try hard to have a relationship with him. So, I met him at the park, and really talked with him. I told him exactly what bothered me, and exactly what my issues were with him. I thought it would help to talk things out: it didn’t. It ended with me leaving because I was sick of him yelling, and as I was walking away he called after me, “You’re running away Emily”. I didn’t care, that’s exactly what I did. I ran as fast as I could into my room, buried myself in my bed, and cried the hardest I’ve ever cried in my entire life.
 I was frustrated at my failed attempt at a resolution and I was angry with myself for thinking he could possibly change. I hated that fact that he couldn’t see how much he was hurting not only me, but my family as well. All I wanted to do was just delete him from my life. I was confused and wasn’t sure of what to do, so I turned on my music and tried to block out everything that was pounding around in my head. The Sharp Hint of New Tears started playing and at that moment I knew that I was done trying. It was draining me of all my emotion and energy. I knew that I wanted to quit wasting my time; I wanted to do something that would actually go somewhere. I wanted to be able to write something that would bring someone else clarity just like that song had done for me, and that’s exactly what I’ve been trying to do since.

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