"You’re not being respectful that they have different views than you." Well yes, no, I’m not respecting that they’re not being respectful. I don’t need to respect views. (…) I hope anger gets stirred up a little bit more. People say “oh, it’s all about respect and you know, multiculturalism, you gotta respect that people have different opinions.” Well, no, kids are fucking killing themselves. Kids are killing themselves because of ideas like this. Ideas that start with: “well, no I know, it’s just i… it’s my belief that gay people shouldn’t get married.” Well, little kids hearing that, you don’t think they’ve fucking killed themselves? You’ve got blood on your hands. (…) This coping mechanism to not go through the world angry, it’s this acceptance and respect of other people’s believes. I fucking hate that so much. If your belief is hateful towards towards people, I don’t respect it. I couldn’t… I hate it. I hate that belief. I’ve had a lot of gay friends in High School, and I saw very quickly that very seed of an idea growing into a kid, someone, chocking them, or someone driving by yelling ‘faggot’ to them as they’re walking down the street with their boyfriend. And I don’t think it’s time to sit down and be like: “let’s sit across the aisle, and let’s talk.” You know, maybe it’s just the young, aggressive person in me, but I don’t feel like being patient with them. I feel like being like: Kids are dying, I don’t give a shit what you think, this isn’t a matter of “put it up to a vote and see what the system does.” It’s like, no, the smart people in power need to sort of understand what’s being said here. And I don’t give a shit what a book says.
I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.