Update on my Sickness Status: Still feeling wretched. But today is payday, so at least I'm a little more happy than I would normally be. I am overdosing on cough drops, I think. Is that even possible?
Some absolutely wonderful coworker brought in Krispy Kreme's! Mmm. Doughnuts. I could totally go for a doughnut. Or the still-beating heart of idiot Kathy. And we all know that she's going to ask me to pick up one for her lardo lazy ass.
Smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry,
But all you touch and all you see,
Is all your life will ever be.
--Unknown
Like just 3% of the population you are a PROBER (DICF)
--curious, passionate, driven, and probing. You're the
kind of person who can't leave well enough alone. You
have a very strong personality and a sense of adventure.
And you'd rather go out and experience things for yourself
than take someone else's word for it. Some people probably
think you're a maniac. People have a hard time believing
you're an intelligent person. Perhaps there's a reason for
this? Time will tell.
Um, what else? Every time I get treated unfairly, I write very stern letters to the company who screwed me over. I learned this from one of my High School English teachers. It works 99% of the time. Only once did it not ever work and I reported them to the Rip-Off Report. FYI: Never go to the Newport Rib Company. One of these days, I plan to write another letter to them filled with hate so foul, the paper might spontaneously combust. But, I'm sometimes lazy and haven't gotten around to it.
I love to travel and the more I travel, the more I need to travel. Seriously. I haven't traveled anywhere in over a year (Vegas doesn't count) and I am getting very antsy. I feel homesick, but to be away from home. Sickofhome? I want to say I experienced enough and my life is complete when I die.
I believe that because Christ was human, it meant he could die in substitutionary atonement. It's like algebra, only with grace instead of letters. But there is a big debate as to whether you have to show your work(s).
My big fear when I was younger was that the Second Coming would happen before I was old enough to do anything exciting. Or at all. I'm not sure what that says about me as a child, or even how I believed. But I always felt so guilty because I didn't want the world to end and Jesus to come back. I didn't care if I was
going to go up to Heaven and be with all my family and whatnot. That wasn't the same as going to Oklahoma and wearing prairie style dresses (my big driving desire when I was 8 yrs old). Or later when I had the same fear, the thought of being with God for all eternity didn't make me feel better when I worried that I wouldn't get to go to the Prom, or college, or have grandkids, or go to Europe. Every time someone would preach about how ready he was for Jesus to come again, I would think, "Oh, sure YOU are. You've already had sex."
One of the reasons I believe in God is because of the alternative. �I�m a scary, depressive fellow. There�s no meaning to life. That�s kind of depressing. There�s no God. That�s a bummer, too.� -- Joss Whedon
My dad was raised as a lapsed Catholic. His parents never took him to church, but they were clear about what church it was he wasn't going to. He then tried on various religions and returned to Christianity. I trust his judgement. He is a genius, after all.