This is me at age six with Taima, one of the Orca Whales at Sea World Orlando.
I grew up around these animals. One night, after the park had closed, while my father finished up his work, I played catch with a fish and a 14,000 pound whale nicknamed Tilly, the whale now notorious for the incident last year with Dawn Brancheau. I would throw the fish into the main tank; he would let it float to the bottom, swim down and pick it up delicately, rub it against the glass in front of my hands, and toss it back over the wall for me to catch again.
I grew up knowing all their names. I knew how much the trainers loved them; and how they never forgot that they were wild animals.
I knew that no one was allowed to swim with Tilly; not because he was violent, but because he had witnessed two other whales’ violence at a young age and Sea World would not take the risk of finding out if he had been traumatized.
I knew that the morning when they found him with a man on his back, dead, he was swimming around his tank frantically making distress calls. A mentally ill man had climbed into his tank overnight, died of hypothermia, and Tilly didn’t know what to do, other than lift him to air where he wouldn’t drown.
I knew Dawn. And I know that seeing PETA protesting outside Sea World this morning would have broken her heart.
But most of all, I know that an animal the size of an elephant that can give kisses to the cheek of a six year old girl is not a monster.
Staying off Tumblr until the heat from Sea World’s accusers dies down; the misinformation and ignorance tears me apart.
Edit: please, please reblog this. The article from the daily what has come up on my dash too many times to not have a rebuttal.
Everyone start watching The Vault.
Just do it.
You’re bored and you need something to do - merry Vaultmas.
Starting a surprise stream with Pewds while we record some Portal 2.
Get in here if you’re bored. :]
This surprises are going to be on Monday nights, just like the last one. Or that was just a coincidence?
[I recommend watching at 9:58 on [x] to figure out who Jake is.
When I saw the comments, I randomly thought of if Jake saw Garry.]
This sums up how Desert Nightmare will be going, I think.
Wait until Alan shows up tomorrow. :3
Well lets do the business that brings me here in first place, i got caught up for the words of Cry….
I wanted to post something drawn by me. Is a pretty clumsy, is a sketch, plus I’m not really good at drawing.
It was hard but I have fun, I’m like it so I’m sharing it. ^-^
Fun fact. When I was younger I did the same. Everyone. I pushed them away. I let the girl of my dreams go, ignored my friends who wanted to hang out, lied about job hunting, just stopped caring about everything. I was a husk, a hermit who never left his holeOnline 20 hours a day, sleeping or passing out against my tear-dampened pillow the other 4.
I was a mess.
Online I met people. A LOT of people. Good people. People I could call friends. People who helped me reevaluate where my life was going and gave me that nudge to better myself as a person, both mentally and well, just as a normal functional member of society.
Fast forward 5 years and here I am, typing out the same words I wished I had during those times to someone who, from my position, is in a similar situation I was in.
Shit sucks now, hurts, nothing feels good and you just want it to stop. It will stop, it’s not a blink and hey it’s over thing, it’ll take some time. You just gotta keep walking out of that mess and become the you you’ve wanted all this while.
To walk through this situation, you have to start for loving yourself and your life, and be more careful at the people we choose to open our heart, because friend who leaves you in the right moment that you are needing them, well for me they can’t be called real friends.
But we can’t let our sadness destroy our capacity of loving and trusting people, because out there are people in the same situation or people that worth all the trouble that means being alive and have feelings….
My grammar may be a terrible thing, but I think you get what I wrote…