The Bubble of Ignorance – Part 2

Okay, firstly, I hadn’t intended on publishing something twice in a row. This is my 100th post, and it’s not what I envisioned sharing. But this is the world we live in now, and I can’t make happy, woo, cutesy posts when our world is continuing to face terrible acts of injustice, murder, and hatred.

Over two years ago, I wrote and later published a post about my feelings on the so-called Islamic State.

In those two years, my knowledge and understanding about how they work has grown.

I’ve started speaking out more about them, as well as many other injustices happening around the world. Since publishing that post, I have made an effort to not live in my bubble of ignorance. I’ve started protesting and educating myself and people around me about what’s going on. I’ve become particularly passionate about what’s going on in Syria.

Okay, enough intro. Here’s my follow up on The Bubble of Ignorance, especially in the wake of the attack on the Ariana Grande concert in Manchester. Once again, it’s unedited because I just wrote it.


Here you sit, in your bubble of ignorance.

I suppose it’s better than indifference and apathy.

But you laugh at me

When I call you out.

“What more can I do?” You say, as you scroll through Facebook endlessly.

Your thoughts and prayers are with them, you say,

When in actuality,

You’re hoping that I just go away

And let you return

To your bubble of ignorance.

Because you can’t be blamed for not acting

When you simply didn’t know

About the killing

Or the drilling

Or the missing

Or the chilling scenes of death, despair, and destruction

That flood my Facebook feed, but somehow you’ve tailored your feed

To only show you things you want to see.

That’s fair,

But you know what isn’t?

That you get to sit happily in your bubble of ignorance

While PEOPLE in Syria

And around the world

Are crying

Are DYING

Are trying to get to safety.

Are risking everything for their family.

When all you risk is your “image.”

“Facebook should be about happy things,” you say.

Fine, and by the way,

Your privilege says, “Hey.”

You can’t rush away from this injustice.

Now, trust us,

You’ll be asking for trouble

If you’re caught

Sitting in your bubble

Of ignorance.

Enough

It’s been a long while since I’ve posted anything on here. I’m so sorry. It’s been a busy several months, but once again I find myself horrified and nearly speechless at the actions of others.

I just don’t know what to think.

I’m not going to talk about guns (though something needs to change) or religion (though it really shouldn’t be blamed for this). I’m going to talk about people. Specifically, the people, most of whom were likely part of the LGBTQ+ community, who were murdered and injured on Sunday.

There have been enough mass shootings. One is enough too many, but there have been way more than just one. There are now enough people I know, myself and my boss included whose birthdays have been marked by a horrible mass shooting event.

There are now enough people who won’t get to celebrate another birthday because they’ve been murdered in a mass shooting. There are now enough parents and family members who won’t get to celebrate a birthday of a loved one because they were torn away from this world too early.

One is enough too many.

Enough.

Enough judging others for who they are.

Enough telling others they aren’t good enough or are going to go to hell because of who they are or for this choice or that. Enough making yourself the judge of other people’s bodies, religion, sexual orientation, gender identity, and anything else other people do.

Just enough.

Now is the time for action.

Now is the time to reconsider our policies.

Now is the time to stop judging others.

Now is the time to create a culture and society where everyone is welcome to be who they are.

Now is the time to be kind to others.

Now is the time to be the change.

Donate. Give back. Vote. Run for office. Call out others for hate. Stand up for people. Stop using language that perpetuates a view that others are less than you. Just do something good.

I’ve had enough of prayers, silence, inaction, false promises, hate, injustice, death, murder, and judgement.


I want you to know that you are loved and cared for and that you matter.

You are beautiful. Your soul is beautiful.

You are intelligent.

You are supported.

You are enough.


I want you to know that:

We lived through times when hate and fear seemed stronger;

We rise and fall and light from dying embers, remembrances that hope and love last longer

And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside.” – Lin-Manuel Miranda


Additionally, I recently saw the play, Hand to God. This was a quote from the producer, which I felt was extremely relevant. How do we share the blame?

Hand to God was a surprise hit in New York, but, more than that, it is a reflection of a dark and disturbing time in America. Random violence is at an all-time high. Presidential politics are reduced to schoolyard behavior. A loss of faith and civility dominate the social landscape. More often than not, fear causes us to lash out in our grief instead of seeking out the help needed for healing. Pressure leads us to bad behavior and unhealthy habits. The constant hate and violence that we witness causes us to search for a scapegoat. Hand to God asks the question:

The Bubble of Ignorance

This is a post I wrote after a particularly public beheading. I started it in February of this year. I haven’t published it because I’ve been scared to. I don’t usually share my political opinions on social media, and to be honest, I’m scared of the backlash. On social media, I’ve been silent on the events in Paris, Beirut, Nigeria, and the rest of the world. At home, I’ve cried so many times for people I’ve never met. 

When I visited Paris, I hated it. I hated how they treated the people experiencing homelessness there. I hated how that, in one part of the city, it was beautiful, but two blocks down, it was awful. I have no personal connection to anyone that’s died in an attack that I know of, but that doesn’t stop me for feeling for the families and friends of those lost. 

There has been so much violence, hate, and sadness lately, and I’ve been silent because I am speechless. I don’t know how to respond. I don’t know what to do.

I’m sharing this now because I need to for me, and I’m sharing it because it needs to be said.

I haven’t edited it, so some of the questions might have answers. 


Sometimes, it can be really easy to sit comfortably in our American Bubble of Ignorance and ignore what’s going on in the world around us.

I am not blind to the events and injustices happening in other parts of the world as well as those happening in the US. I am not blind to the events in the Middle East and the horrendous acts of violence taking place there.

The actions of the self-proclaimed “Islamic State” don’t make sense. They kill anyone they perceive to be their enemy, even their brothers and sisters in Islam. They are spreading fear and hate and without accomplishing anything other than destroying the lives of many.

I have so many questions and no answers…

Why do they continue to commit horrible acts of violence? Why can’t they be stopped?

Why does the media only help spread the fear and hate by only showing the murders they commit? Why can’t they tell us what’s going on and what the “IS” is after? Why only show the violence?

What the “Islamic State” is doing is wrong. We all understand that.

But what do we do? How can we, who so often love to sit in our Bubbles of Ignorance, stop this force from halfway around the world?

I don’t know. I really don’t know.

Hearing about what they’re doing over there whilst I sit here happily going about my life destroys me. I wish I could just wave a magic wand and make it come to an end, but the world doesn’t work that way…

Here’s what I do know.

The actions of the so-called “Islamic State” don’t represent the actions and feelings of Muslims everywhere.

Don’t allow yourself to be sucked into fearing and hating all Muslims because of the actions of the “Islamic State.” We all need to band together against them.

Until we figure out something better to do, don’t add fuel to the fire by hating and bullying others, especially because they happen to be Muslim.

Just do what’s right.

Thoughts: Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat

As is detailed in this post, Daniel and I were given the chance to see Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat with our Little, Ryan. Below are my thoughts on the show.

It had been years since I last saw a production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor DreamcoatBack then, I was still in my early teenage years and was watching a high school’s interpretation of the musical.

The show is essentially a musical retelling of the Biblical story of Joseph and his coat of many colors.

Both the original story and the plot of the flashy musical bother me, but I won’t focus on those.

Instead, I’ll focus on the choices of the direIMG_0822ctor and choreographer, Andy Blankenbuehler, and the choices of the actors.

To start, I was very impressed by all of the uses of technology during the introduction (and the whole show). They made very good use of curtain screens and projectors to help introduce you to the setting of the show. Ryan was extremely impressed with the use of the projectors.

The costumes were spectacular, as to be expected with a Broadway performance, but they were a bit too sexy to be deemed kid-friendly in my opinion. Most of the women wore skirts or pants with what, at best, can be described as bikini tops and, at worst, can be described as bras. Many of the male characters went shirtless.

Regardless, the songs are catchy, and the acting was well-done.

But, as can happen with live theatre, things can go wrong.

Part of the way through the show, an announcement came on to say that, due to technical difficulties, the show would be paused. They then lowered the curtain.

During the announcement, the actors froze, and you couldn’t tell there was anything wrong before the announcement.

During the pause, Daniel and I discussed our theories of what went wrong, and we explained to Ryan about how live theatre differs from movies and TV shows in the fact that things can go wrong that can’t be edited out.

We talked about how well the actors covered during the scene. That is good acting.photo 1

It turned out that a piece of the set that was supposed to be lowered into a table (and eventually a bed) failed to lower.

Once they figured everything out, they restarted the scene and continued on.

Here’s where things got uncomfortable (spoilers)

So Joseph gets seduced by the wife of his master. Fine. Things happen.

What made it uncomfortable was that two people (one that was very scantily-clad) were on a bed, straddled each other, and then were covered in a bed sheet so they can kick around under the sheets. That is a bit too sexy and way too obvious for it to be called a family-friendly show. It’s not family-friendly.

A five or six year old may not know what’s going on, but an eleven year old knew that what was going on was something he shouldn’t be seeing.

As adults, my husband and I were uncomfortable with watching the scene. I don’t know what Daniel did, but both Ryan and I covered our eyes.

Ryan even called them out on it. He said, “I thought this was supposed to be a kid-friendly show.”

We thought so, too, as we had looked into reviews of the current production. Yeah, they mentioned some sexiness and that the seduction part was a bit more obvious than it needed to be, but we didn’t think it would be that bad, since there were a TON of kids there. Plus, the news and actors had been reporting it was very kid-friendly.

Ugh.photo 2

Moving along, there was one other technical difficulty, but they didn’t stop the show for it. During the song “Benjamin Calypso,” the microphone for Joesph’s brother, Judah, was covered by something, which prevented the audience from hearing him (it was like he was speaking from the far end of a very long tunnel).

After that, though, everything went well.

Even though I get that sexy costumes and dances “sell” or attract people, Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat is not the show to incorporate sexiness into.

It’s supposed to be a fun, catchy, and enjoyable retelling of the Biblical story for kids. Adults do not need swirly hips and abs and skin (from all of the actors, not just the women) to be entertained by the show. The show itself stands out.

Leave out the sexiness, and you have a great show with incredible usage of technology, wonderful actors, and a fun evening.

On Understanding

This post has been in the works for some time. However, I attended Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day of Service at my university Monday and listened to a fantastic keynote speaker before the service started. He stressed that we should think about making every day a service day and to serve others beyond a few hours of volunteering. His speech motivated me to think about the ways I serve others in my life.

So far, I know that I have chosen a career path that will allow me to serve others in a meaningful way, and I constantly strive to be the same person I present on social media that I am in person. I also realized that part of how I serve others is how I treat the patrons at my library. So without further ado, here are my thoughts on being understanding and nonjudgmental…

Everyone has a bad day at some point in their lives. Many people have days that are a lot worse than my worst bad day will ever be.

My best friend and I (on the left) before service started.

My best friend and I (on the left) before service started.

There is no rule or law that states people who come into the library must be having a good day in order to use our resources.

Yet many people (in general, not just at libraries) are quick to judge someone based off of one interaction. Perhaps they were having a horrible day. Maybe they really are just a rude person. We don’t know, and it shouldn’t be our job to judge them; we should try and help them or let them be.

Judgments don’t just apply to personalities though. They apply to things like how one dresses and what they come into the library to do.

We as humans are quick to judge others based off of what they wear and how they present themselves, but one of the first lessons I learned when I started working for the library was to not assume the man in the suit is rich or that the not-so-pleasant-smelling patron is experiencing homelessness. People do all sorts of things to hide their true situations, which includes what they do at the library.

Assumptions harm people. They affect how we view people, how we treat them, and if spoken, they are likely to harm the person they’re about.

If there is a not-so-nice-smelling patron who comes in regularly, we don’t know what their life situation is. They could have a mental illness and not have the money to access proper treatment, so they let themselves go. Depression has a strong ability to stop the person with depression from taking care of their self. People who experience mania might be so involved in an idea that they completely forget to shower or practice self-care and thus charge into the library to research how to make their ideas reality.

If a patron comes in wearing a suit every day, they might have lots of money, or they might not. What if they were raised to dress nicely every day so that good opportunities will find them? What if they are extremely poor, but they allow themselves the luxury to wear a nice suit or to have an awesome phone?

My point is that people aren’t always what they seem, and I shouldn’t treat people poorly based on assumptions I make about their life.

People who come into the library want one thing: resources. Why should an assumption I make about their life change how I give them access to those resources?

My job is not to badger the man in the suit who has a lot of fines but never pays them, nor is it my job to make assumptions about any of the library patrons (or anyone else either).

Me working to prepare a Valentine's Day craft program.

Me working to prepare a Valentine’s Day craft program.

My job is to treat everyone with understanding and kindness, and my job is to accept things as they are. I simply have to notify the patron in the suit that they have fines, and I treat them just as I treat the other patrons.

In terms of being understanding and not judgmental, my job is to:

-not make assumptions

-find and provide resources to all of our patrons

-listen to the patrons

-work with them

-serve them, and

-avoid judging them

As with many people, my first instinct is to judge people on first sight even though it’s not something I want to do. However, I have the choice to let my initial judgments rule how I treat people, or I can just follow the saying and treat others the way I would want to be treated.

In my line of work, I have the choice to acknowledge that I am not in the same shoes as the patrons I serve. Their lives differ from mine, and I don’t know what they might be going through (regardless of what they tell me or project to the world).

If we truly are a world that wants equity for everyone, we need to accept that, yes, we make judgments and assumptions about others, but no, we don’t need to allow those judgments to rule how we treat other people.

If we do that, then maybe we will be able to make progress towards an equitable world.

Moral of the story? Let go of our judgments and be more understanding towards other people. After all, we’re all in this whole living thing together; let’s do each other a favor and be good people.

Motivation in Goal-Making

I came across this blog post recently, and I thought I would share it here. The coach believes goals should be something that isn’t exactly tangible. They should be something that you value and want out of yourself.

His points:

When I am working with people, I ask them hard questions not only to find out what external goals they want to achieve (marathons, fat loss, etc.) but I also ask them hard questions to find out what kind of person they want to be.

If you want to be a healthy person, but discover that marathons are terrible for your body, then you can be a healthy person who does yoga every day or powerlifts.

I couldn’t agree with him more, except that I do happen to like SMART Goals. And I’m happy that I came across the idea, because it got me thinking about my goals. I would check out his blog post before reading any further…

Overall, I think I have created goals that aren’t superficial and that allow me to grow as a person. I’ve created goals that are realistic and are something I genuinely want. I think they’re manageable and can always be revised, updated, and crossed out if they don’t end up being something that I think is worth the time. For example, if I end up hating the Game of Thrones books, I won’t finish reading them. However, I will try to finish the series.

Here are my goals, with some of the main reasons I created them as goals for 2015:


ONE // Build a healthier lifestyle

I want to go back to how I used to be, but with less-processed food options. Working out used to be a daily thing for me, and so far, I’m having no trouble getting back into the swing of things. Plus, home-cooked meals taste better 🙂

TWO //  Spend less money on things I don’t truly need

This one fits into a couple of my life goals: be able to travel lots and have more than enough savings to survive if either my husband and I were to lose our jobs.

THREE // Read A Song of Ice and Fire series (AKA Game of Thrones) by George R. R. Martin

I love reading, and I want to be able to discuss the series with my friends… simple enough.

FOUR // Finish writing my novel from National Novel Writing Month

This one is more because I want to know what happens. I haven’t planned out the novel, so I want to see where my characters take me. It’s more out of curiosity than a desire to publish the novel.

FIVE // Participate in National Novel Writing Month again

This goal is here simply because I enjoy writing, and I like having an organized time to push myself and write even more.

SIX // Volunteer at least once a month

I love helping others, and I think it’s my job as a human to give back to a world that has given me plenty of opportunities. Volunteering gives me a rush of happiness and a drive to do more for the world. It motivates me and gives me ideas to bring back to my job, and it educates me on social issues I may not know about.


I know I’m not a perfect goal-creator, and feel free to disagree with me and the coach. I think understanding the motivation behind my goals will making reaching them easier. They aren’t just something I’ve created to go with the trend of creating New Year’s resolutions; they’re something I want and I know why I want to reach them.

What do you think?

My Year in Review: 2014

2014 was quite an interesting and jam-packed year for me.

Here’s some of what I did (in no particular order):

  1. I got married.
  2. 10469373_10204820749021207_3642174395043947195_nI graduated college.10372307_10203783494930503_788805432666866692_n (1)
  3. I started working at a job that will lead me to my future career as a librarian.10559826_10204448443393799_8855281968239146763_n
  4. I joined a sorority.1779709_10203300696580846_1738315318_n
  5. I completed the 100 Happy Days challenge.10438359_10204292761821857_4367586535198569635_n
  6. I completed a Mud Run.10253790_10203810478965087_185805523995482963_n
  7. I went back to England (where I studied abroad in 2012), and visited my best friend, friends from my study abroad experience, London, and Dover.10881695_10205427552070904_1623741020512548941_n
  8. I finished a journal for the first time.60671_10205360847203324_1370337100781811454_n
  9. I became a Big Sister/part of a Big Couple through Big Brothers Big Sisters.10392370_10205357125830292_8343976812616011101_n
  10. I started Square Dancing.1618561_10205160074104122_4574066075674137892_n
  11. I moved into my first “real” apartment with my husband.10885043_10205438670948869_5105261343330654992_n
  12. I completed NaNoWriMo.10521174_10205217335535622_685972538609730621_n
  13. I’ve read 36 books since the start of the summer. UPDATE! I have now read 38 books! The 37th book goes to The House of Hades and the 38th book goes to The Blood of Olympus, both by Rick Riordan.image
  14. I started this blog!

Thanks for reading about my year. How was yours?