Scratch That

12 minutes to write. I don't exactly know what I want to say, but there's a big world out there.  11 minutes now, and I am a bit stressed because life and movement and growth take an inexplicably huge amount of energy and focus, and the world is spinning faster and faster and we'll never keep up, etc.  10 minutes. Edited some. Writing more. Listening to music. But back to the centrifuge that is our world, spitting the weak out into the unknown, those that couldn't hold on, keep up. 9 minutes. But it's cool, because we've got a safety net/reality check. 8 minutes. It's Him, of course, you knew this would be the answer. When is He ever not? Breathe, Anthea.  7 minutes. Whew. Breathe. Listen to the music. Breathe. 6 minutes. I want to write song. Honest, sincere, living songs, whose notes soar through your headphones like so many birds. 5 minutes. The beats like so many earthquakes, shaking your heart to its core. Someone said (paraphrasing here) ...

Listening to Twenty One Pilots (hereafter TOP, because... acronyms!) I'd like to think they're different from all my other obsessions, mainly because they have a whole lot of staying power- the other ones kind of blow up, then fade. Listen to the songs, love the writers for it. They're hard not to love for what they do, who they show themselves to be. But obsession is almost besides the point.  Because, obsession, as I'm starting to realize, isn't love. Maybe you all have figured this out by now. Cool. Skip today's post.  ...or not. Glad you stayed.  On paper, it makes sense; sure, obsession isn't love. They pair fairly easily, but not very well. If I'm obsessed with my family, that's unhealthy. Loving them, however, is fine. Better. But when it comes to fangirl phases, the two terms become interchangeable. I love/am obsessed with/other profession of attraction to such and such band, artist, writer, etc.  So far, this is only an evaluation ...

So this is a post about the upcoming election, as you could tell from the title. Kidding. (God, please help us.)  So my sister recently got called both "stupid" and an "idiot" during a friendly discussion (on her end). Evolution vs Creationism, I think. Something trivial.  Regardless, when I found out, I was furious. Who would dare? My sister? Stupid? Pff. She's been cleverer than us for years. I imagined challenging this kid to a duel, with the glove across the face and everything. It'd be red and black. It'd be epic. And my sister would be respected forevermore.  Anyways, she was frustrated. (Understandably.) So I'm writing a guide to Surviving the Stupid Idiot Apocalypse- AKA How to Defend Your Position in Debate. This will come up, no matter who you are. This are general guidelines I try to follow,  and as anyone who knows me can tell you, I debate a lot. :)  1) Know what you believe. Especially what pertains to whatever yo...