Thursday, November 1, 2007

This makes no sense whatsoever.

Church ordered to pay $10.9 million for funeral protest
This story makes me happy and angry, all at the same time. On the one hand, YAY for the verdict. Those evil assholes need to be punished for being so intentionally cruel. On the other hand, their inability to grasp that their message of hate is so completely opposite the teachings of Christ just boggles my mind. You can't reason with people who carry that brand of crazy.

I had to go to LG&E the other day to pay a $14K electric bill (not mine, obviously). They had CSPAN on in the lobby, showing the goings-on in the House of Representatives. Our elected officials were debating whether there should be a National Country Music Month (or something similar - the volume was low, and I was trying to pay attention to the moving line in which I was standing). I'm glad to know that our government, in light of the serious issues facing this country, is able to make time to debate something that has such a strong impact on it's citizens. (Yes, that's sarcasm.)

Halloween has come and gone, November is upon us. Two months left in this year - how time does fly. My costume was a big success - Jimi did a fabulous job on it. The weekend was...I don't know. A weekend, I suppose, with its high and low points. I've been disappointed a lot in the last few weeks. I like to think that one of these days it will stop surprising me when people are small-minded assholes, but I know that it won't. For that to happen, I'd have to adopt a much more cynical view of the world and the people in it - I don't want to be a cynic. I don't want to be naive, either, but if that's a requirement of having faith in the basic goodness of people, then I guess I'll have to learn to brush it off when those people don't live up to my expectations. Who am I to expect anyone to act any specific way, anyhow? People are who they are - they're not going to change that simply because I prefer to think the best of them. The less I expect, the less I'll be disappointed. (If I say it enough, maybe I'll start living it.)

Of course, there's Jimi: to make the craziness make sense, to soothe hurt feelings, to kiss and hug away the tears. He's my rock, my sanctuary, my safe place. He loves me fiercely, completely, honestly; the same way I love him, and the way I've always wanted to be loved. That makes everything else, if not okay, at least tolerable.

I have a lot to be thankful for. I need to get back to focusing on that fact, rather than the things I wish were different.


  1. We all need to be reminded of our blessings from time to's easy to forget about the good things when we are absorbed in the daily grind.

  2. Wow - you went WAY back! I'm flattered!


Please don't make me cry.


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