{"id":231,"date":"2015-10-29T18:42:37","date_gmt":"2015-10-29T18:42:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/?p=231"},"modified":"2015-10-29T18:42:37","modified_gmt":"2015-10-29T18:42:37","slug":"sad","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/2015\/10\/29\/sad\/","title":{"rendered":"Sad"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Day 21: What Makes Me Sad\u00a0(Day 21 of <a href=\"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/30dayblog.jpg\" target=\"_blank\">30 Day Blogging Challenge<\/a>)<\/p>\n<p>Inequality makes me sad. I try to do what I can to raise awareness and be an ally for the underdog and oppressed, but it&#8217;s a tiring fight and new stories come out every day making it feel like an uphill battle that will never be won. I do my best to stay positive and count the victories as they come, but there are times I feel downright sad and frustrated about the entire situation.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/2015-07-30-1438295352-4046897-inequalityillo.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-232\" src=\"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/2015-07-30-1438295352-4046897-inequalityillo-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"2015-07-30-1438295352-4046897-inequalityillo\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/2015-07-30-1438295352-4046897-inequalityillo-300x200.jpg 300w, http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/2015-07-30-1438295352-4046897-inequalityillo-250x167.jpg 250w, http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/2015-07-30-1438295352-4046897-inequalityillo.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Feeling left out makes me feel sad. Whether it&#8217;s family, friends, or on a societal level, being on the outside looking in is never a good feeling. Not being invited and given a chance to accept or decline can hurt.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/left-out.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-233\" src=\"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/left-out-300x162.jpg\" alt=\"left-out\" width=\"300\" height=\"162\" srcset=\"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/left-out-300x162.jpg 300w, http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/left-out-250x135.jpg 250w, http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/left-out.jpg 305w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I feel sad when someone I love dies, especially my pets. I get very attached. I also mourn deeply when relatives and friends pass away.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/tumblr_mh6v96548x1qhoi9qo1_r1_500.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-234\" src=\"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/tumblr_mh6v96548x1qhoi9qo1_r1_500-300x180.jpg\" alt=\"tumblr_mh6v96548x1qhoi9qo1_r1_500\" width=\"300\" height=\"180\" srcset=\"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/tumblr_mh6v96548x1qhoi9qo1_r1_500-300x180.jpg 300w, http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/tumblr_mh6v96548x1qhoi9qo1_r1_500-250x150.jpg 250w, http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/tumblr_mh6v96548x1qhoi9qo1_r1_500.jpg 460w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I feel sad when I&#8217;m broke, and even more so when being broke means I can&#8217;t pay one of my bills. It makes me feel like I&#8217;m failing my kids or failing as an adult. It&#8217;s also no fun when I want to do something socially but can&#8217;t because of limited funds, or have to tell my kids no because of limited funds.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/going-broke.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-235\" src=\"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/going-broke-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"going-broke\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/going-broke-300x200.jpg 300w, http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/going-broke-250x166.jpg 250w, http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/going-broke.jpg 800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Situations where I feel not able to help make me feel sad, like children overseas drinking poo water or governments raping their women and children. I don&#8217;t understand how things can get to that point when we have nations and individuals who are so wealthy, and it breaks my heart.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/timthumb.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-236\" src=\"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/timthumb-300x300.png\" alt=\"timthumb\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/timthumb-300x300.png 300w, http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/timthumb-150x150.png 150w, http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/timthumb-250x250.png 250w, http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2015\/10\/timthumb.png 479w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Day 21: What Makes Me Sad\u00a0(Day 21 of 30 Day Blogging Challenge) Inequality makes me sad. I try to do what I can to raise awareness and be an ally for the underdog and oppressed, but it&#8217;s a tiring fight and new stories come out every day making it feel like an uphill battle that [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-231","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","last-post"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/231","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=231"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/231\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":237,"href":"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/231\/revisions\/237"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=231"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=231"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/omaser.com\/blog\/kss\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=231"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}