Day 2
Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 1:03 pm
Sometimes I wonder if I'm really a Christian. The word "Christian," in its original meaning, means "slave to Christ." The Romans came up with it to make fun of those who followed "The Way," as Christianity is called in Acts. I've become one of those people who knows all this stuff about the Bible and about the church; a person who knows so much theology I could make your head implode. But I don't live like it means anything to me.
For example, last night I did something stupid. Really stupid. And everyone is going to know if they don't already, because it's written all over my face. And my phone. I started crying in the middle of it and the guy apparently thought that was a good thing, so he didn't stop. I didn't ask him to, but it would've been nice if he had. If I had asked him to stop I'm not sure he would have. Sometimes it's just easier to give people what they want than it is to tell them no. Guys, as a general whole, tend to not take rejection so well, even if it's for the good of everyone. I think maybe there's this part of me that's really sick. I mean I believe that standing up for myself and saying no is bad because it could potentially get me hurt. That's really bad, right? (That was a rhetorical question. No answer is necessary.)
I'm not sure how I feel about this whole spilling my guts and revealing all my skeletons in all my closets to the general masses thing. It wouldn't be so bad if I were just some random, name-less, face-less person that no one ever got to know. But I've added some of you to my friends list. Which means I can only escape this whole "let's all look down on Rev because of her messed up head" thing if I delete myself from Oasis. I don't think I really want to do that yet, even though it probably isn't a bad idea. Worry not. I won't do it today.
For example, last night I did something stupid. Really stupid. And everyone is going to know if they don't already, because it's written all over my face. And my phone. I started crying in the middle of it and the guy apparently thought that was a good thing, so he didn't stop. I didn't ask him to, but it would've been nice if he had. If I had asked him to stop I'm not sure he would have. Sometimes it's just easier to give people what they want than it is to tell them no. Guys, as a general whole, tend to not take rejection so well, even if it's for the good of everyone. I think maybe there's this part of me that's really sick. I mean I believe that standing up for myself and saying no is bad because it could potentially get me hurt. That's really bad, right? (That was a rhetorical question. No answer is necessary.)
I'm not sure how I feel about this whole spilling my guts and revealing all my skeletons in all my closets to the general masses thing. It wouldn't be so bad if I were just some random, name-less, face-less person that no one ever got to know. But I've added some of you to my friends list. Which means I can only escape this whole "let's all look down on Rev because of her messed up head" thing if I delete myself from Oasis. I don't think I really want to do that yet, even though it probably isn't a bad idea. Worry not. I won't do it today.