The Original Rants

Since I'm lazy tonight, and this entire blog started with the intention of publishing my original rants, I'm going to start off with one tonight. This incident happened several years ago in my hometown, possibly in 2005 or 2006.

Once again I have found proof that society is going down the drain. Sad how these things keep popping up, isn’t it?

Unfortunately, these days you hear a lot about bombs being found and attempted terrorist attacks being foiled. I know I have heard a lot of those stories recently. But every time I heard one, while I would be sad that it happened, I never thought that it could happen to my town. I mean, come on. It’s not like I live in a major city or anything. It could never happen here...right?

Well, good old Murphy has proved me wrong, as he has a tendency to do.

On Monday a man collecting trash in our downtown area found a pipe bomb hidden under a pile of newspapers. He called the police, and within minutes the entire downtown area was evacuated. Stores were shut down. The streets were roped off. Bomb detection squads were called in. It was chaos, to say the least.

Thankfully the bomb was able to be disarmed, and no lasting harm was done. It only produced a “mild bang and an 8-foot fireball.” God only knows what would have happened if that man had never found it.

But the thing that really bothers me is what one man said in an interview with reporters for our local paper. He was the owner of a pharmacy which happened to be one of the stores that had to be shut down and evacuated. He went on and on, complaining about the inconvenience caused by having his store shut down. He said that Mondays were one of the best business days, and now he lost so much money because his store wasn’t open. “The terrorists have already won,” he said. “We get scared at every little thing like this.” Can someone please slap this man?

This wasn’t just another “little thing”. This was a pipe bomb. A bomb. God forbid that this man be concerned for the people who could have been hurt if the bomb had actually been detonated. But apparently this man doesn’t care about other people. He only cares about himself and his stupid business.

Sorry for all the money you lost, Sir. Next time I’ll just tell the idiots who made that bomb to put it in your store. Then we’ll see if you think it’s just another "little thing.”

The Beginning

Welcome to my blog, One Female’s Take on Life. It actually took me a while to decide on the title. I went back and forth between “woman” and “girl” for a terribly long time. As of this first post, I’m 19. One year ago I was legally declared an adult, and two years from now I will have finished that transition when I turn 21. But I still feel a bit in the middle. I’ve got the “teen” word in my age still, even though I’m an adult. So I settled with “female.” No matter how old I am, that will always apply.
You might be wondering why you should listen to what I have to say, and why I’m writing this blog in the first place. The answer is twofold, and the second question is the most easily explained. I was deleting files, clearing up room on my hard drive, when I cam across a file titled “Rants”. I opened it, and found about half a dozen writings intended for blogs with topics ranging from celebrities, terrorism, and candy bar wrappers. After writing another one on the spot, I decided to let my writing see the light of day.
Why should you listen to me? I don’t suppose there is any one reason. True, I’m only 19, but I have seen a lot in those years. I have cried inside an MRI machine and faced the diagnoses of epilepsy. I have been rear-ended on the highway and witnessed an attempted burglary at my own house. I have worn braces since the second grade and lived in the shadow of possible jaw surgery. I have seen the deadly edge of a knife and experienced the inside of a psychiatric hospital. I have watched a man deteriorate in a matter of months and spoken at my grandfather’s funeral. I have experienced betrayal at its worst and cried for almost three hours on end.
Is all of this true? Yes, and I could go on for even longer. Sure, some people my age have experienced more than I have, and many have experienced less. Whether you listen to me is up to you. I simply take comfort in getting my thoughts out of my head and into the world.