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| hi, remember me?
i'm in california now, god put me here. took me from the east coast and slapped me on the shore of the west- i trust that he knows what is best for me. he created the universe, he knows more than i can fathom or imagine- and i am so grateful, he is so faithful. jesus is my hero and best friend today. do you know of his love? | | |
| i love i love huckaberries. | | |
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| raising children is a twenty four hour job.
you don't just sit on your ass eight fucking hours a day as if you had a stupid office job. you're on your hands and kness carrying the kids around on your back, or scrubbing and spraying the carpet with resolve because of a spill. you're cooking all the meals. cleaning up after the kids. bathing the kids. putting the kids to bed. and then, you have wash to do, dishes, foodshopping, and all the while dusting, mopping, windexing.
only the ignorant would tell a mother that she has it easy.
i don't have kids but i'm not THAT dumb. it seems obvious that it'd be alot harder and far more stressful to take care of more that just yourself. i guess some poeple just don't think. you're twenty one, living at home, and do you have to babysit your parents twenty four seven? no! they are old enough to feed, bathe, and clothe themselves. you work your nine to five jobs and then you have noone else but yourself to worry about, you don't need to have to schedule a babysitter when you want to go out, you can come and go as you please. so please, you've come and now go. go be a gogo girl if you complain about your shitty paying job (you cheap ass jew). go do something and stop complaining and competing in a game of "who has the harder life?"
whiney bitch ass punks! COWARD.
plus, I'M NOT THE KIND OF PERSON WHO GOES AROUND FUCKING MY BEST FRIENDS BOYFRIEND. seriously, i don't understand people like that, and i could certainly NEVER stoop that low and be such a slut. plus, i doubt she'd spend nine hundred dollars on anyone except herself. selfish and self-centered she ozzes negativity. and i'm so sorry, but i lied and i think her face is ugly, and i never want to see it again. | | |
| the funny thing is, if five years ago i read this i would have thought that i understood exactly what i meant. even funnier, if five years from now i read this, i will understand more of what i mean and probably feel a little ashamed and embarrassed of how poorly i've expressed it.
i feel with a certain kind of consciousness, clarity, and intensity. and when new things are discovered it's like i've stepped into another world entirely.
we pile and store up information in our brains, it's natural. but when new information is revealed to me my entire mind has to change in order to accomodate it, to make it fit with everything else, and for it to all make sense. and a lot of the time when i learn something new it's significant and my entire perception shifts and i find myself in a world i was completely oblivious to a moment ago. it's humbling. sometimes it's like i'm an alien visiting, or a newborn, with everything new and shiney.
i know what ignorance is personally. being aware of my own ignorance in comparison to the things i discover only makes me eager to see more of what i haven't yet seen, because i know there's more. this is a kind of faith. knowing that there's more to see and know and learn and understand- even though i can't see or know what it is i'm going to see next. i'm not sounding so sharp right now, i realize.
i'm jealous of people that have felt and experienced something i haven't. more in the emotional/mental sense though. and i only get jealous if the person can express it(it: whatever it is i've never felt/experience) with clarity and understanding. | | |
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