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They’re something we hold near and dear to our hearts. We wouldn’t live life without them, and we cling to them like air. They’re a part of our self-respect. If we don’t like the rights we get in one country, we can file to get naturalized in another country. It’s a lot of time, effort, and money but when we’re determined enough, we’ll put our efforts to anything.

I personally get a negatively visceral reaction whenever anyone hurts me in my self-respect. I wouldn’t want any loved ones hurt in theirs either.

I agree with Voltaire. Man, and by that it’s meant people, has certain natural rights that shouldn’t be violated by any government or other entity. Whether as civilians or as soldiers, we still have those. I believe that as long as we are good and decent people we deserve those in full. I don’t think someone who fights dogs or roosters is as good as someone who doesn’t. I don’t think a rapist is as good as someone who isn’t. We are our decisions, who and how we decide to be. Hopefully our actions always represent that.

I am motivated to be as good a person as I can be. I believe everyone should be, but that they still have the other natural right: the right to their decisions. I am drug-free, though I haven’t always been addiction-free. However, watching my mother give in to an alcohol addiction and live her life by it to a large extent, larger than she should have, opened my eyes to how weak and crutch-using people can be. Having a food addiction and getting through and over it opened my eyes to how weak and prone I could be, and how I should watch for anything I could get addicted to since it was clear I have an addictive personality.

Yes, I come from a place of knowing how low I can sink. Technically, I have no job and haven’t succeeded in getting another since getting fired from a Ruby Tuesday. I felt low that day, but I learned from it what I could, that I’m not suited to a fast-paced restaurant job. I also didn’t let it stop me from being determined to get a job. I want to earn my own money. I want the mental satisfaction of that. I want to answer to myself in the money I earned and my own household decisions, and to have the full right to that. That’s what having one’s own money and one’s own place affords one.

I currently give myself lists of things to accomplish in my day so that I’m not just a bump on a log, or feeling like one; in other words, useless. It feels good to get them done. It even feels good to be writing this, or something like it. I feel good knowing that someone will benefit from reading this. That’s what I write for.

I would love to be an author for that reason, also because I have a very strong imagination and that would be an avenue for it. I have no formal job experience in it, however, and a resume is largely what potential employers judge people by. Actually, it’s technically what the doohicker thingy scans first, then lets them know if any potential employees match the logarithm their tech people put into it. Pretty impersonal, but that’s how it is now, considering how fast-paced and busy most workplaces are, and how busy CEOs are, and they’re the ones who’d have to take the time to do that, or at least their secretaries would. Those secretaries/assistants are too busy running around after every task the CEOs give them, some of them being personal assistants which also connotes at-home tasks. This reminds me so much of the movie The Devil Wears Prada (I loved Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci in that). Not only does that show how cutthroat the fashion world is, but it also shows how much of an assistant an assistant can be. I feel like the character Andrea Sachs personifies that once she becomes her assistant, seeming to need eight arms just to do all the numerous tasks Miranda puts before her, and expects her to do to perfection.

I don’t think I’d be very good at the at-home inclusive assistant position, but I’d be very good at the purely office one. I’ve had one of the world’s toughest bosses: my father. He’s very hard to please and managed to say of me that I take dictation exactly as he envisions the words on the page. He may or may not have busted his spleen in saying so, but he meant it and it’s one of the few bits of praise of actual competency he’s given me, even as a daughter. It felt all the better, though, for its rarity.