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Don't use religion(or anything else) as a scapegoat from reality. This is not really aimed towards the masses, since I have a particular person in mind, but if the shoe fits.... feel free to put it on and stomp around. I understand that when bad things happen, the whole "God has a plan" comforts Christians into believing(to a certain degree) that God knows what He is doing, and has some fail-safe plan for you. I can understand this saying somewhat, though not entirely. Maybe because I'm a believer that most of the 'problems' that people have aren't always because of someone else or weren't self-inflicted can I believe it so readily. It's so easy to use excuses and claim to be the victim. It just really pisses me off to watch people sit there and use the same excuse over and over when I can clearly see how they are bringing things upon themselves. Then they go off onto a rant about how God has a plan and that faith ...oh shoot me now. I don't have time for blatant stupidity. Yet that doesn't stop me from being drawn in to all the drama that God is causing in this person's life.
Pace change. Justin's coming on Saturday to spend Spring Break with me and...well, hell. I'm gonna get laid. There. I'm not too good with the whole celibacy thing, I've found. Anyhow, we're going to visit my parents during the week and get him acquainted with my hometown. Especially since he'll be living there for the next few months for more tech school. I still can't believe the randomness of him being sent to my tiny west texas town when there are so many other bases around.
Uh. Journaling has proven to me to not be as cathartic as I thought it was. It seems more like a task than something that comes easily anymore. Perhaps it's because I'm being watched or something. I don't know. I am moving on to a new focus, it seems. Meh, I remember when I used to post an entry 7 times in one day. What crack was I taking? Anyhow, life happens. It's sort of nice.
Pace change. Justin's coming on Saturday to spend Spring Break with me and...well, hell. I'm gonna get laid. There. I'm not too good with the whole celibacy thing, I've found. Anyhow, we're going to visit my parents during the week and get him acquainted with my hometown. Especially since he'll be living there for the next few months for more tech school. I still can't believe the randomness of him being sent to my tiny west texas town when there are so many other bases around.
Uh. Journaling has proven to me to not be as cathartic as I thought it was. It seems more like a task than something that comes easily anymore. Perhaps it's because I'm being watched or something. I don't know. I am moving on to a new focus, it seems. Meh, I remember when I used to post an entry 7 times in one day. What crack was I taking? Anyhow, life happens. It's sort of nice.