Oct 27, 2006 12:49
I was going to make a new journal account, and I still may do this in the future for what I am about to do (depending on whether or not I am dissatisfied with disorganization to the point that I actually want to obsessively do something about it). I have decided to document the inner musings of my mind that are eternally frustrating me in regards to the general public and their apathy for anything that could solace their so-called "misery". People whine about not being able to see God, but they aren't looking. People whine about their disease, and then bitch further about the side effects of the medication TREATING their disease. It seems futile, I know. Why plainly discuss something that does not retain a certain value of improvement; that is, why discuss something for which nothing will change? Precisely, I add. Nothing will change, because there is a certain unknown vestibule inside us all that secretly wants someone else to do IT for us, be it spiritual or tangible. But when that mountain is passed, there is no victory and achievement. Human society, especially young society (and for some of my discussion purposes, particularily young and adult women), have significant handicaps in enabling themselves to accept certain things for the way they are and to attempt to unveil the secrets for all other things not previously mentioned. It is for this that I will start to begin writing a xxx-weekly or xxx-monthly (depending on which particular event or person strikes me creative fancy) publication called "My Godly Disease", which deserves a fair warning for all those that may actually decide to glance over this. Firstly, it will have strong religious undertones, but only in a descriptive and autobiographical nature. I am not out to convert anyone, as I believe that converting someone only leads to creating "dumb sheep" as followers instead of true "believers". Secondly, you probably will not agree with the majority of what I am going to say. That is good! This will lead you to begin to question your own understandings, and possibly infer some educational undertones to your own situations. All this will be done without the unnecessary "Afterschool Special" foreshadowing to which you already think I am alluding. I will leave you with just this for now, as I have to come up with the best possible starting strategy for everything I must indulge to you, if no one else.
-Christina