BLOG: Meeting Goals
Over the past few years, the State of Wyoming has done a lot to make me seem like I am an incredibly scary person. They see only things the way they want to, and never consider the truthfulness of the things that they have been told. These things weigh me down constantly, with the depression that I struggle through. I do not try to hide my mental shortcomings. Matter of fact, I wish to express them, so that others may come to realize they are not alone.
The State of Wyoming does not seem to care what they do to others, and who they hurt in the process. They took me, a teenager, although I was 18, and they destroyed my life for a period of time. I will make every reasonable effort to restore my life to one which is bearable, but they attacked me without regard to the long term consequences. The district attorney, ironically enough, had a daughter who was friends with the "victims" in my case. At this point, if you know nothing about my allegations, you can looks for them if you choose. You're free to believe whatever you wish, but I maintain my innocence in the allegations, and I was forced to plead guilty only after threats were received from the District Attorney prosecuting my case. He had told me that if I did not accept his deal, then he would press more charges against me, false or not, and ensure that I, a barely-turned-18 year-old would spend the rest of his life in jail for posting on Facebook. I want to overcome the barriers imposed on me from allegations of something that I didn't do. And I am only bringing this up because it is a significant part of who I am today. My faith in Law Enforcement Officers is next to nothing based on action where action was not needed, and inaction where I needed them. I am cynical about peoples intents because of this, and honestly I am terrified. I have developed a severe case of Social Anxiety, and I am terrified to meet new people. I can fake a smile and give you excellent customer service while being scared shitless that you're going to do something to hurt me. Now tell me, is that really how someone is supposed to live their life. But, because I have a penis, I am automatically someone that is a horrible, terrible person.
I do apologize if you are offended by my rights to speak freely, and publish content through free press. That is all the swearing you will see in this post. I promise.
Now, onto my goals. I'd like to take a moment to evaluate what I have aspired to do, and how I have managed to meet these aspirations.
The State of Wyoming does not seem to care what they do to others, and who they hurt in the process. They took me, a teenager, although I was 18, and they destroyed my life for a period of time. I will make every reasonable effort to restore my life to one which is bearable, but they attacked me without regard to the long term consequences. The district attorney, ironically enough, had a daughter who was friends with the "victims" in my case. At this point, if you know nothing about my allegations, you can looks for them if you choose. You're free to believe whatever you wish, but I maintain my innocence in the allegations, and I was forced to plead guilty only after threats were received from the District Attorney prosecuting my case. He had told me that if I did not accept his deal, then he would press more charges against me, false or not, and ensure that I, a barely-turned-18 year-old would spend the rest of his life in jail for posting on Facebook. I want to overcome the barriers imposed on me from allegations of something that I didn't do. And I am only bringing this up because it is a significant part of who I am today. My faith in Law Enforcement Officers is next to nothing based on action where action was not needed, and inaction where I needed them. I am cynical about peoples intents because of this, and honestly I am terrified. I have developed a severe case of Social Anxiety, and I am terrified to meet new people. I can fake a smile and give you excellent customer service while being scared shitless that you're going to do something to hurt me. Now tell me, is that really how someone is supposed to live their life. But, because I have a penis, I am automatically someone that is a horrible, terrible person.
I do apologize if you are offended by my rights to speak freely, and publish content through free press. That is all the swearing you will see in this post. I promise.
Now, onto my goals. I'd like to take a moment to evaluate what I have aspired to do, and how I have managed to meet these aspirations.
- Journalist
- My first job was working with the Casper Star Tribune in the Sports Department.
- I reported on sporting events via live tweeting throughout high school. This drew the attention of the Star Tribune.
- Through perseverance and dedication to meet my goals, I have obtained a freelancer position with a local news source. Although this is not a full time position, it is a way to help me gain experience and has provided me with an opportunity to press forward for this life goal
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