Remember who you are
So last night Guevara and I went to Church Young Singles meeting and we got trapped in a 3 hour game of "Do you love your neighbor?" I'll post the rule for that game later but it was the most successful activity they've ever had. Guevara (aka Jeff) was in his pleather trenchcoat/robes w/ his brother's $150 Force FX Light Saber and I was wearing his Fadora. lol. Sadly though afterwards we went to the Crackerbarrel so he can see this waitress he sorta likes but found out she had a kid and she was talking to the deadbeat dad agin so he rolled a snake eyes. And it was so sad because I had to give him so much encouragement.
I think I need to take the time to clarify some things here. I don't hate anyone. There isn't anyone I think upon with hate. And no matter what you think of me or what I might think or feel about you only my perceptions have changed. I still care for everyone but I have had a lot of revelations and growing recently. I don't like the thought os anyone trying to change me or make me conform to their standards of beauty. What does it matter what I wear if you care about me? I do take pride in my appearance. In fact it is one of my favorite things because based on it it is amazing how people react to me.
A true story about that. In Prattville I was tutored by Pastor Mike. His wife and him owned a little thrift store called Mercy Seat and for a small time a church close to my mom's work. He had traveled the world and was a student of theology. He taught me a lot but one story stuck with my mom and me. A while back he was invited by a church to be a guest speaker. So he weint to a friend who was a make-up specialist and bought some old ragged clothes form Goodwill and dressed himself up in the image of a destitute homeless man. There he sat on the church steps and tried to approach the church members as they entered the church. However, as he did so they turned from him and quickened their pace inside.
Once everyone was inside he sat back on the steps and listened to the surmon outside until he heard the preacher mention the Guest Speaker. at this he got up and went to enter the church. As he did so the Ushers moved to kick him out until he ripped off his fake beard and announced the Guest Speaker stood before them. Then he began to admonish them who called themselves Christians. As my Mom likes to say "there wasn;t a dry eye in the church by the time he was done."
So if you must make yourself feel superior by calling me juvenile because I wear shirts with the Ninja Turtles or Teen Titans on it then YOU have an inferiority complex. And the lowest of blows is to take a term of endearment and use it as a double entendre for that same end. A part of me really has died. I put faith and trust in things that were intangable and shattered. *shrugs* So I now choose to be honest and call the shots as I see them. I'm tired of being played with by women. I'm tired of having to manipulate people to get what I want/need. If you cannot deal with that and it influences our friendship then that is all on you.
I think I need to take the time to clarify some things here. I don't hate anyone. There isn't anyone I think upon with hate. And no matter what you think of me or what I might think or feel about you only my perceptions have changed. I still care for everyone but I have had a lot of revelations and growing recently. I don't like the thought os anyone trying to change me or make me conform to their standards of beauty. What does it matter what I wear if you care about me? I do take pride in my appearance. In fact it is one of my favorite things because based on it it is amazing how people react to me.
A true story about that. In Prattville I was tutored by Pastor Mike. His wife and him owned a little thrift store called Mercy Seat and for a small time a church close to my mom's work. He had traveled the world and was a student of theology. He taught me a lot but one story stuck with my mom and me. A while back he was invited by a church to be a guest speaker. So he weint to a friend who was a make-up specialist and bought some old ragged clothes form Goodwill and dressed himself up in the image of a destitute homeless man. There he sat on the church steps and tried to approach the church members as they entered the church. However, as he did so they turned from him and quickened their pace inside.
Once everyone was inside he sat back on the steps and listened to the surmon outside until he heard the preacher mention the Guest Speaker. at this he got up and went to enter the church. As he did so the Ushers moved to kick him out until he ripped off his fake beard and announced the Guest Speaker stood before them. Then he began to admonish them who called themselves Christians. As my Mom likes to say "there wasn;t a dry eye in the church by the time he was done."
So if you must make yourself feel superior by calling me juvenile because I wear shirts with the Ninja Turtles or Teen Titans on it then YOU have an inferiority complex. And the lowest of blows is to take a term of endearment and use it as a double entendre for that same end. A part of me really has died. I put faith and trust in things that were intangable and shattered. *shrugs* So I now choose to be honest and call the shots as I see them. I'm tired of being played with by women. I'm tired of having to manipulate people to get what I want/need. If you cannot deal with that and it influences our friendship then that is all on you.