Losing Faith, Corrupted Hope Date Saturday, April 20, 2024 - 05:28 AM PST Topic Experiences Its taken me a long time to actually come up with a good enough reason to voice up. By nature I'm one of those people that stays in the background watching everyone else make mistakes or triumph and take the glory while merely sighing and shaking my head at those whom don't deserve it. By this I speak more often than not of the people that have taken things such as the war too seriously and have brought it on our own home turf. Though I read in the newspaper everyday about people fighting, its the articles I read about people fighting other people without a real reason why that hurt the most. It comes down to people finding every little detail as an excuse to either condemn or harm another person just because they have a different background. The racist comments and otherwise placed ego-injury done by many of us as people against people who may very well be bystanders in a world of controversy are at the head of this discussion. More than once I've stalked down the streets, dressed from head to toe in black, hair loose and with only a touch of makeup to grace my lips, highlight my eyes and offer a bit of color to my otherwise bland and pale features. But more than once on the same occasions I've heard the whispers. Freak, Satanist, Devil Worshipper, or Devil Wannabe are just some among a stream of accusations I've heard. And yet I've never once given anyone any reason to think that. Its one reason I despise my father's parents. My grandparents, If I should call them that, on his side were two of the first to injure me in pride and hope that this world wasn't as evil as I thought it was. They told my true grandparents. Those that raised me, to stand out on the front porch on Halloween and "beg for my soul to come back". Why? Because I decked out fully in the Black Wardrobe I so love complete with the white face paint and black lipstick to enjoy an evening of time to myself with a few trusted friends running around downtown as a VTM Troupe. Because I dressed as a Vampire, I was marked automatically as a satan worshipper, by my own family. Outraged and hurt immensely I'd reclused for much of my life up until I met another with the same interests I had. He was a very close and adored friend, as all of you are now ('specially Dev and Dolorosa =P) however, because of the mere fact that people can be so cruel it makes me ashamed of the times we live in. One question I have to ask and I want the honest truth. Do any of you believe the world will at some time change? Or do you like me, think its a lost cause? ~Sairensu This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=260