My midnight confession is...wait a minute...
It's 10 pm, not midnight...so this isn't a midnight confession. I lied!
A 2 hour time-skip would put you at midnight.
My midnight confession is...wait a minute...
It's 10 pm, not midnight...so this isn't a midnight confession. I lied!
Put smoking on your "to not do" list and I can just about guarantee that you'll gain a few pounds.
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as we age i believe most gain much wisdom; yet, others, especially much younger ones, don't always see or respect such wisdom. i suppose the phrase learn by our mistakes comes from that self direction.
I just stared at a post for minutes, pondering if I should reply to an obnoxious person's post with a similarly obnoxious post, or if that would be un-Christlike. I think maybe the devil is tempting me.
I just stared at a post for minutes, pondering if I should reply to an obnoxious person's post with a similarly obnoxious post, or if that would be un-Christlike. I think maybe the devil is tempting me.
I have faced that situation a few times. Replying in a like manner may feel good at the moment but it is not a Christian thing to do. In the instances that I did this I usually apologized immediately if I felt inside to do so or later on after thinking about what I had done. My counsel is that if you have been slighted to just let it go and say a sincere prayer for the one who was obnoxious. I have not always done that and for those times that I neglected to say I was sorry I will say now to anyone I may have been harsh with previously. Perhaps the ones that I have hurt by any posts I may have written will pray for me also.
I spent my life locked away and isolated. No reason to go into detail but I might have spent a good two years in society not counting a few as a kid. I had to learn to talk to people and be peaceful around people again and was pretty much court ordered to stay home until I did. I always held into the idea of having a family one day to get me through it all. But I have to live fast. A regular life just wont be able to take care of me since I am starting out older and the Lord just didnt make me some people that way, Im a dream chaser. I could not do much for society and all I knew how to do was fight so I took my own warpath and pursued a career as a mercenary. I think deep down this was my suicidal justification. I met a girl long ago in the beginning, she made life just seem beautiful again. I decided to try again to live a normal life and backed out of the warpath and worked hard for the entire time to establish myself. But she wont talk to me. She seems interested but doesnt trust me because I am a little wild I think, and she doesnt really trust anybody. I never bothered her and nobody really knows. I still cant fit in society either. I decided to move into a big house and fill it with wives and live fast and die young leaving a crater where I fall. We are meant to be who we are and in these last days warriors will be needed. I think some people are meant to have different lives and go through different things or hard times and some are meant to always be isolated and cold wherever they go. How else can one choose to sacrifice them self for the better good of others?
A confession, hmm. I detest banana and coconut![]()
They both make good cream pies though.![]()
I will admit that! Speaking of pie, my favorite one is lemon meringue!
Seems to me a recurring theme of this midnight confessional is isolationism. Being alone. As I think about it, the only constant relationship I've had, the only true companion that still follows me around is my vehicle! What a sad statement is that? It's a Toyota Tacoma. 4 cylinder no less. Slow as a dairy cow.
That reminds me of a old joke that I've no doubt told my truck (and it never laughs, it's like I'm just wasting my breath. No sense of humor...) but a Texan farmer bragged to a Delaware farmer that it took him nearly all day to drive around all his land. The Delaware farmer says "yeah, I used to have a truck like that". I thought it was a good joke... fitting, you know? But not a peep from the truck. Just reliability. Starts up no matter how cold. It'll start when I don't.
It doesn't die. It doesn't disappear. So, not all that bad a relationship, really. I'm not complaining.