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Today was loooong. ugh.
I got into an interesting conversation with my sister's husband today. Well, it wasn't so much a conversation as a lecture. I won't to into detail, but he ended up basically telling me that everything I wanted to do in my life regarding my religious beliefs and love life was wrong and would get me hurt in the long run. The way he described people and how people hurt each other in relationships...it made me really sad. I know the world isn't perfect and bad things happen - people hurt the ones they once loved, people argue - but he made all the things I want in life sound impossible and told me that they'd fall apart. I ended up crying in my room afterwards. I know he's older and has more life experience, but...I dunno. I don't think you can generalize love and people like that. Or maybe it's all true and I just don't like being generalized, don't like being told that my beliefs will fail me. I don't know. It was really upsetting, though. I know he was just trying to help, not wanting to see me make mistakes. But I tend to believe that some of the most beautiful things in life happen because of mistakes.
I know some of my friends think I'm crazy for believing this, including some of my more religiously cynical friends, so don't hate me for saying this, but I really have come to believe that God works everything for good. I think without that precious belief, I would have fallen apart by now, given the things that have happened to me in my life.
Anyway. After that, I went on a bike ride to calm my thoughts, which didn't help much. I ended up being restless for the rest of the afternoon, which sucks. Once my sister got home, I got to feeling better though. We went to dinner and then she drove me to La Jolla so I could go swing dancing, which was really nice of her. I didn't get to stay for the dance part, but I did get to take a class and meet this awesome crazy guy who claimed to have taught Lorraine once upon a time when she lived in California. He was really nice to me, danced with me, and gave me a hug. I felt more at home there than I ever had at the Russian or anywhere in the swing scene in Seattle.
Tonight I talked to an old friend and possibly worked out a new writing project (watch out when aspiring writers get together with aspiring directors!!). That was exciting. I also got some work done on my newspaper article which needs to be done by saturday, but we'll see how that goes.
okay, I'm done.
I got into an interesting conversation with my sister's husband today. Well, it wasn't so much a conversation as a lecture. I won't to into detail, but he ended up basically telling me that everything I wanted to do in my life regarding my religious beliefs and love life was wrong and would get me hurt in the long run. The way he described people and how people hurt each other in relationships...it made me really sad. I know the world isn't perfect and bad things happen - people hurt the ones they once loved, people argue - but he made all the things I want in life sound impossible and told me that they'd fall apart. I ended up crying in my room afterwards. I know he's older and has more life experience, but...I dunno. I don't think you can generalize love and people like that. Or maybe it's all true and I just don't like being generalized, don't like being told that my beliefs will fail me. I don't know. It was really upsetting, though. I know he was just trying to help, not wanting to see me make mistakes. But I tend to believe that some of the most beautiful things in life happen because of mistakes.
I know some of my friends think I'm crazy for believing this, including some of my more religiously cynical friends, so don't hate me for saying this, but I really have come to believe that God works everything for good. I think without that precious belief, I would have fallen apart by now, given the things that have happened to me in my life.
Anyway. After that, I went on a bike ride to calm my thoughts, which didn't help much. I ended up being restless for the rest of the afternoon, which sucks. Once my sister got home, I got to feeling better though. We went to dinner and then she drove me to La Jolla so I could go swing dancing, which was really nice of her. I didn't get to stay for the dance part, but I did get to take a class and meet this awesome crazy guy who claimed to have taught Lorraine once upon a time when she lived in California. He was really nice to me, danced with me, and gave me a hug. I felt more at home there than I ever had at the Russian or anywhere in the swing scene in Seattle.
Tonight I talked to an old friend and possibly worked out a new writing project (watch out when aspiring writers get together with aspiring directors!!). That was exciting. I also got some work done on my newspaper article which needs to be done by saturday, but we'll see how that goes.
okay, I'm done.