Respect Respect: esteem for or a sense of the worth or excellence of a person, a personal quality or ability, or something considered as manifestation of a personal quality or ability
Respect for me has been mutual. I’m not going to respect someone who doesn’t respect me. Respect feels so good and so right when you give it, because you know it’s the right thing to do, regardless of the situation. All women deserve respect, for obvious and unexplainable reasons. Single mothers, I mean come on! They’ve got to be the man and the woman of the household and sometimes that can be very damaging to the woman’s dating life. Single mother’s go through it all. Sometimes I find myself wondering, “Damn, are they going to get anything back that is even worth what they have given up?” And this question gives me the gumption to do better in life. To make sure that after I get my money right, my mother will never have to work again. All I am trying to say is stick to the Golden Rule and that is do onto others what you want done to you. And shit if you want to be treated like dirt and called names all of your lives then keep doing just that to people.
Religion NonDenominational is what I claim to be, and that’s only because I do not understand other religions. They all seem controlling to me, but this is not about bashing religion this about my points of view on different topics. I’m just not quite sure what to believe about god, or if there is even a god. Oh hell yes I went there. If you can’t process that point of view then you’re in trouble. I do go to church, when there is a special program going on and my family really wants me to go. People who believe in god I don’t necessarily talk about religion with because sometimes they get to abrasive. They say god loves all of his children…he will always forgive you, if we are descendants of god then how can some of us take part in such evil things? Sometimes people make it seem like god is this mystical creature, which is not human.
I admit I’m a sinner. I have done my share of indescribable things. Things that I would never feel comfortable telling my mother about. But it’s nothing that I can never grow from. I believe in a creator, my creator.