Filed under: Random Thought
So one day I decided to write a book. It’s going pretty well thus far. It the story of something that happened to me on a rediculously long holiday recently. I think you might like it. I was inspired to write it by my best friend’s grandmother. She has read some of my stuff before and gave me some word of wisdom that made me realize that life isn’t just about what you are, it’s more about who you are and expressing yourself while you can. So I’ve decided to write this book and it’s probably going to take a while, but once it’s done I’ll let you know.
So what I really wanted to talk about is this problem I’m having. If you even know me just a little bit, then you know that I’m a Catholic and I try to live my life a certain way. However, recently I haven’t been going to mass and it’s been bothering me because I really want to work on rebuilding my relationship with the church and God. My problem is that I don’t want to become one of those people that leaves everything in God’s hands. I think that God gave humans the ability to reason for a reason and that reason is so we can make our own educated, informed decisions but for some reason everyone I know that lives their life in the image of God, tend to let things fall on Him and they don’t do what they want or make things happen for themselves. All too often I hear “If God wants it to be, then he will make it happen for me.” Screw that, if I want it to be, then I will make it happen for me. God gave me a brain for a reason. Is that something or am I just making stuff up. I guess what I’m looking for is a way to live my life in the image of God, without being too reliant to Him. Does that make sense? I just know that I’m one of those people who gets really into something when I’m a part of it and I tend to get Group-Think syndrome.
Filed under: What to do...What to do...
Is it common to not know your home telephone number? I haven’t know the phone number to the last six places I’ve lived. Over the past 12 months I’ve moved 6 times. That’s quite uncommon, but what’s even more uncommon is that I never even tried to memorize the phone number to my house. I never even stored it into my cell phone so that I would have it handy to call, just in case something happened. Why is that? I think it is definitely because cell phones are the main mode of communication these days. No one only uses a land line for communication, or are there actually people out there who still use land lines as their primary line? Even business cards list a land line and a cell phone number now. Everyone is available 24 hours a day, 7 days a week due to cell phones. Just ask my dad. His job requires him to have a cell phone so that he can be accessed at any moment. Not only does he have a cell phone, he has a BlackBerry so that he can check his email every 5 minutes. It’s crazy how technology keeps us so connected these days, or are we too connected? Is it too much when people actually have to go to therapy because they are addicted to their BlackBerry? Trust me, it has come up a couple of times in my therapy sessions. I don’t think I’m as obsessed as other people, plus I have recently traded in my BlackBerry for an MDA. I really miss my BlackBerry, but the MDA is so much better. It has so many more features, in addition to the BlackBerry features, to keep you connected. So back to my point: I guess what I’m trying to figure out is why I feel weird about not knowing my own phone number, but I do know the number to my MDA and I guess that’s really all that counts. Seriously, who’s going to call my home phone besides telemarketers and my grandma anyways?
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My mother told me she thinks I should have my nose done. She even went as far as to tell me where they should nip and tuck it. It came up because we saw a commercial for a talkshow where a mom wanted her 12 year-old daughter to have plastic surgery. My mom said that if I were 12, I would be allowed to have plastic surgery if I wanted. I think that’s completely sendin a child the wrong message, unless of course it is for medical reasons. So this entire day I’ve been thinking about having my nose done. I wonder how it would change my face, if I would be more physically attractive, if it would change my attitude, if my dog would recognize me, if it would send the wrong message to people about how I view myself, if it would send the wrong message to my younger, even older, female cousins. So, I think it comes down to me wanting to have my nose done because my mom said I should and that’s just completely rediculous. Or is it? Now I can’t stop thinking about my nose. It’s not shaped weird or crooked or anything, it’s just slightly larger than is flattering to my face. But I kind of feel like my nose makes me a part of my family, we all have big noses, but you don’t see mom or dad running to a plastic surgeon. However mom did say she would like to have her nose done. Who knows, maybe we can get a 2 for 1 deal.
Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll. Beer, hotdogs, and baseball. Anorexia, botox, and celebutantes. Rain, trees, and Pike’s. Sun, surf, and pier jumping. So they don’t all quite have the same ring as the first one. All true though, right?
So some little girls came to my doorstep tonight and asked me to come to their church. I should have invited them to the mall. Near the end of the conversation one little girl asked if she could ask me one more question, then proceeded with “If you died right now, would you go to heaven?” She had the most serious look on her face. She could have killed me right there, I thought she might, and that would be the most memorable look one anyone’s face I’d ever seen. She was more serious than my mom was when I was 5 and she told me she was going to pull the car over and beat the shit out of me if I didn’t quit hitting my brother. This girl was half my age already had more serious thoughts going through her head than I do at 22. She wanted an answer, but I didn’t have one. All I could think in my head was “Tell her your Catholic, that always scares the Mormons away!” I didn’t though, I just said “I don’t know,” and stared blankly back at her. Then before I knew it I was saying the prayer that Baptists use to “save” the members of their church. I got tricked into being saved by a 12-year old Baptist girl at my own doorstep. I don’t mind praying with other people, even people of other religions, I just think that she should have told me what the prayer was for before I proceeded. I do believe the things that I said and meant them with my heart, but I’m still one of those crazy Catholics who would like to take over the world with our greed and child-molesting priests. You better know it! Million dollar idea right here: Catholics take buckets of water door to door and pull the same stunt as the Baptist girl did only at the end the Catholic throws holy water at the unsuspecting Methodist at the door. That would make a good comic strip too, write that down! Bye.
