Last night I was having a little chat with my friend, Corey. He's a weird fella, let me tell you. But anyway, that's not the point. Randomly he says to me, "Man, guys can be so cruel sometimes..." I'm just sitting there wondering where that really came from, trying to interpret the purpose of the sentiment. So naturally, I inquired. "What do you mean?"

Corey relayed a story to me about a girl who had been gang raped after her prom. She was fifteen years old. Obviously, my first reaction was, "Wow, that's horrible, how could anyone do that?" Corey then proceeded to tell me that it made him feel bad because he is a guy and guy's do bad things like this all the time.

At that point, my face seriously lurched and a quizzical look took me over. I just didn't understand it. So I asked him, "Why? It wasn't you that did it." He said, "Yeah, but it's just the idea of guys doing bad things. It makes me feel bad, because I know that I'm a guy."

Well, I had to go after that. So I left, and I was still amazed. Am I weird, or is he weird? I just really don't understand the whole thing. Of course, a girl being raped in any situation is a horrible event, and the man who commits the crime should be punished for his actions. I know that people say that one bad apple spoils the bunch, but that's hard for me to believe.

Should all men be held accountable for the crimes of the few who decide to become deviants in our society. Are we all REALLY capable of this sort of behavior just because of our genetic make-up?

I know that I don't feel bad at all about being a guy. I had no decision in the matter, I don't do things (as far as I'm concerned) that degrade the name of male's across the world. If a girl is gang raped, feel bad for the girl, not yourself. Not only does it not make any sense but reverting the situation toward yourself really seems like you're just trying to detract from the gravity of the actual predicament. She was raped by someone else, not you. So please, don't make it about yourself.

Take my words with a grain of salt please. One last question though. Do you think that a lot of people share this sentiment?

Wassup yo? My name's Mikey! I'm getting on the wagon so I'm not a total loser! I need a blog, right? Any respectable teen writer does. Anyway, I'm not that creative, so who knows how long this will last anyway. Hopefully I'll be able to keep it up, because I've seriously run out of things to do after I get home from school. Also, this might help me with my mental issues.

ANYWAY, um, enough rambling. Like I said, my name is Mikey, and I'm a teen writer. I write YA Epic Fantasy, but that's just my current WIP. I'm considering delving into the world of Urban Fantasy and possibly just YA Fiction. I really just like to write, even though it's sort of difficult, especially plotting my WIP. My brain hurts sometimes and I get frustrated and just resort to doodling to get my annoyance out.

Okay, so I don't know exactly what I'm gonna be putting on this blog, but I figure you can expect me to ask questions of you, especially if my posts are about my writing. I'm considering talking about Pop Culture too, just for fun, since I'm sort of a nerd when it comes to celebrities sometimes. But mostly writing, I promise. I'm gonna try to start reading more too. Blah. xD

If you wanna know a little bit more about me... uh...

I'm Sixteen, I live in Colorado, the lamest state in the U.S. (aside from Wyoming), I have five brothers and three sisters, my dad is insane and my mom is crazy (yup there's a difference), I'm sort of obsessed with Imogen Heap and I LOVE Grilled Cheese. I have psoriasis and serious self-image issues. It's weird, really deep rooted in psychology. I should probably be seeing a psychologist, but I don't, so... eh, whatevs.

Anyway, I think I'm gonna try to get as many posts up as fast as I can because I'm really impatient, and if this just sits inactive for too long, I'LL HAVE AN ANEURISM.

PEACE OUT.

P.S.; If you have ANY questions for me, don't be afraid to ask. I'm an extremely open person.