Killing + Yourself = Stupid

There is absolutely positively no reason why you should ever end your life. Suicide is definitely not justifiable...unless your a samurai, and even then, how many samurai are alive today?
There are many reasons why killing yourself is never right, and I'm going to start of by telling you that it is just down right selfish! How could you be so depressed or lost that you just end your life with no thought of others? I mean, even if you were killing yourself because you had no family, no intimate partner, or any friends, there are still people in this world that need someone. To just end your life without ever having others in mind is very selfish. If a person who wants to kill them self because they don't like their lives, then why not try to make someone elses life better? Why not go do something like go into Africa and help AIDS victims risking your life? Why not become a daring cop who saves people from maniacs trying to harm them? Is life so hard when you do nothing but help people? NO, it's not, and that is why it is selfish to end your life. If these suicide victims don't think this way, then they probably shouldn't be on this planet anyways. They only think about themselves, so they definitely don't have your back in anything.
Some say that attempting to kill yourself is a cry for help. Well, I'm gonna relate this with actually doing it. So, if you are so messed up and you were never taught to kick life's butt and not let it kick yours, then obviously you need help. Here's the relation between the two. These people need to get some help. Why do they keep quiet until they can't take life anymore? Well, probably because they are too scared of whatever situation they are in. This my friends, is utterly ridiculous to me. If you are thinking about killing yourself, which, has got to be pretty darn scary, then you should have some courage deep down inside to get some help. I know everyone get's sad from time to time, but there must be a line that people set for themselves, something parents should teach their kids. Suicide is such a chicken way out. Now, before I continue, I want to apologize for my severity and harshness on this subject. You see, I was a victim of being a friend to someone who almost killed them self. To this day, I hate him for it because it made me incredibly sad when he ran off to try it. After that night, I found utter hatred toward this subject, and complete stupidity in the minds of those who do it/try it. Do they really think that no one cares about them?! Or their situation is that bad to just leave EVERYTHING?! I believe everyone has some sort of destiny to fulfill, and NO a destiny is not death. Some people's journeys are obviously going to be harder than others, but that's what makes us all unique. We need each other. Without you and I, or any of our friends/people we come in contact with, there would be no need for a lot of things. Language, Love, Respect, Loyalty, Comfort, NOTHING. You would just be you. Knowing this, if someone is going to commit suicide they MUST understand that SOMEONE is out there waiting for them. Someone needs you, ALWAYS.

Eww! You Like Donuts!

I do in fact believe that people have, "types." Why do I think that? Well, I believe that due to how your parents raised you, what they taught you to stay away from and go to, and what you personally like to do all make up your , "type." I have even read that some people find other people attractive who remind them of their own parents. Of course they don't readily think this consciously, it is thought subconsciously. Besides this bizarre knowledge I just threw at you, people are also attracted to what they like. An example might be a baseball player who finds a softball player more attractive than a track runner simply because she plays his sport. A persons type could simply be what they find brings the most out of them. A dull and boring person might find a very outgoing party girl to be simply incredible just because she brings out the fun side in him. I'm not too sure as to why people like certain physical aspects of other people though. This could be in relation with what they were brought up to believe was good. If a male had friends growing up who thought the world of women's breasts, then he might adapt to this kind of behavior and like breasts over other parts of a female. This could go completely opposite also. A man who doesn't want to be like his friends or hears too much from his friends about one part could be sick of it and find another part of a women to be more attractive. This could be caused because the man sees the part as an unknown, and because there is a part that is overly know, the unknown excites him. In the question, I am asked what makes a women like men with scruffy beards. I thought about this a lot, and I found the answer to be very difficult to find. I only thought of how her father might have had a scruffy beard, and that's why she likes them. Other than that, I have no clue as to why a woman might like a scruffy beard. I mean, the beard must look ugly, feel nasty, and make the male look like a hobo of some sort-why would any girl like that? Then again, there are some weird people in this world who get turned on by some pretty creepy things. I'm not going to go into those kinds of, "types," as some sick people might call it. I do believe that most of what we find attractive in the opposite sex, or now-a-days- in our partners, is that way because of what we were taught to like and dislike. Maybe not just through what our parents have taught us, but by our experiences also. If you despise donuts because you threw them up a lot as a child, then your probably not going to like someone who is in love with donuts simply because you'd have a high chance of vomiting on him/her every time they ate a donut. That is a very rediculous example, but hey, it's possible.

Officiating My Sport

I love to run. I believe that God gave me a special kind of gift, that enables me to achieve and even inspire through my running. Running is pure enjoyment to me. Besides basketball, there isn't much I'd rather be doing on this planet. Now, this may be very true on a number of different levels...but...I have got to tell you one thing-I do not like to officiate a track and field event at all!
It all started when we, the AVC track and field team, were told that we were going to be putting on a track meet for the local high schools. We were each individually given a job for the meet. Some were given the job of writing down jump marks for the jump events, others jobs at the ticket booth. I was given the job, along with two of my fellow distance running teammates, of officiating the check-in table. For track and field, before you run your race, you must first go to a check-in table to let the officials know that you are there. This way they know whether to combine a race, or just drop a race completely. I was in charge of this along with my two buddies.
At first I thought that it was going to be very easy. I mean, come on, all I was required to do was to check off peoples names...wrong! I was put in hell for an entire seven hours! Yes, this is when I did something that I wouldn't readily agree on, but I had to. The kids from these high schools were utterly and entirely stupid! Instead of just having to check them in, I had to make sure they knew were they went, made sure they didn't go on the track when they weren't supposed to, and even told some of them what races they were in! Can you believe that?! As if there coach didn't tell them what event they were doing. As if they practiced everyday for something that they didn't even know they were doing!
Now, I would imagine that you are probably wondering what I did in order to go against what I believe in. Obviously I was in a situation with a bunch of teens who don't know how to do things for themselves. They are still living very strictly under their parents, and don't have the slightest bit of independence. So, I had to deal with this. I had to become what is known as a grade A, well...ASSHOLE! I don't readily try to be a donkey (in place as a more acceptable word) and I don't really believe that anyone tries to be a donkey. However, in this case I was forced to be one. I yelled at these kids, I got angry with these kids, I did everything that I possibly could to not allow these kids to have a say in anything that they did! I was rude, crude, and mean! It was the only way to do things. These kids would not know how to do anything! Well, I'm exaggerating a little, but still, it was the majority of the kids there so I have all the right in the world to say so. I wish I could have done things differently, but I had one of the most important jobs on the field. Without me and my teammates doing a good job, the races wouldn't have even started correctly. So, this is what I did, and that is why I did it. I wasn't necessarily dictated to do so, although I had my jerk coach on my butt the entire time. I had to become a person I didn't want to be, to get the job done.