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Note: You may or may not want to know what is going on in my head, or what happened today in my life. If you are under age this may harm any hope you had for a future. Proceed with extreme caution. ~ Thought Log ~ (journal/rants/stupidity/blog?) I have a Prayer page now. I will post my prayer requests and praises as I feel like it. If you are one to pray, please go there and check it out. 05/14/2005 - 3:02-3:40PM Mood/Music: Eh. -- Album: Thrive - Newsboys. We are blessed. Do you realize how completely blessed we are? Well, considering I cannot speak for you, I will speak for myself. I am blessed. The things that I am getting used to as a reality of normal are far from normal if you think about it. Rather, it is supernormal. I will give you several examples: 1) Stanford, MI -- IGA Store. People: Tom (drummer of Cobblestone), Josh (bass and back-vocals for Cobblestone), Jon (me... a person that cannot play single instrument really), the store clerks and also other IGA customers. Tom, Josh, and I walk in the store to buy some little things (like ranch dressing) for the pizza we ordered. We are in the store, I then observe the people around us. I am slightly amused, then shocked. I think, "ya know we are probably the best looking people in this entire store"... then (in my opinion) I found it was true. First, it amused me because I would never think to myself (under normal circumstances) that I would ever be a really good looking guy, in this case, by comparison. I was then shocked for 2 reasons: [1] That I would ever have such a crude thought come to my mind and [2] that I was right, these people are seriously not as good looking as good as us, this is sad. You don't want to look worse than me, Josh, or Tom. 2) Mount Pleasant, MI -- Central Michigan University. I realize that there are (of course) beautiful women all around me. Honestly, I cannot go through a single building without thinking, "that is a girl, and she is pretty" (don't think me weird!). If I cared to shape up enough and sell myself out to fashion, I could have my pick of any girl (albeit slut?) I wanted out. There are over 24,000 students at CMU, and over half of them are girls. This is amazing! They all so beautiful, and I am so desensitized. I will continue further after this next example. 3) St. Helen, MI -- the entire city. Let me give a setting first. This is a city a dozen or so miles from Houghton Lake. The entire area is sand and pines. SO dreary and desolate. The populace is generally composed of old people or grandkids that could not get enough of their grandmas and decided to live there. The molecular family -- two parents, one dad, one mom; and some kids, 1-4 kids) is non-existant. Many (if not most) homes are broken, the parents separate, are dead, or remarried a half dozen times. Kids generally have a poor raising, the morality level is low. School isn't a high priority, at all. Expensive things and not paying for them are. Bills? That is for people with money, don't bother telling me to pay them. This city is dead, everything feels so dark and numb. Every time I am there, I realize how much I am blessed. I am blessed with things that they don't have. I have taken them as normal, they think it outlandish. I did fairly well in school, I am good-ish looking, I spend my money (fairly) wisely and frugally, I would like to say my morals are high. I was getting so used to the idea of higher education, money, half-sophistication, and well prepared meals being normal that I forgot that the entire city of St. Helen lacks it. I feel so wrong for having this wealth of everything that I consider normal while I see those that do not have. There is an easy solution to the city's problem > become a ghost town, leave the desolate land. Train them to be hardworkers, every one of them. Learn some decency of manner and wisdom of money handling. Move to a city with grass. Okay, so it isn't that easy. In fact, there seems to be no end in sight. There is a low chance you could get them to do ANY of the steps in the solution. It is too outide the box of mediocrity. We cannot give them money, we can only give them food. We don't want them spending it on alcohol, big screen TVs, and lottery tickets. We cannot school them, unless we start with the kids. All we can do is have one person from each family move in with a person in a big city with morals. There is no way we can stop this downward spiral. Oops, I started ranting on something else. Sorry, people! Anyway, as I was saying. We are blessed, and I have been desensitized for so many years into thinking what I have seen around my blessed life as normal. We are blessed, we should never be so clueless or stupid as to think that these beautiful people we see every day are normal. That the place we go to work to earn our keep is normal. The place we learn is normal. Or even what we eat is normal. These are blessings that we have long forgotten to count. Don't just thank God for your friends and your new car, ever. You now know better than that. You are obligated to thank God for everything, even these things which we had previously failed to think of wonderful and gifted. Thank the Lord your God, always, in all ways and for all things. He is worthy of your praise. Praise Him. |
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