I honestly had every intention of writing last night, but, that idea faded as soon as I got home. I just wasn’t in the right frame of mind. Yesterday was a day, I wouldn’t say that it was anything more, or anything less for that matter. I didn’t get to go and meet with Jason, he’s down at Cape Cod with the 8th grade class from his school. I did however go for a run at the track, wasn’t the highlight of my day, but it was certainly a good thing to do. We had youth worship practice in the evening, that was okay, it started out rocky, but that’s how things go sometimes. I can’t say that I have any great plans for today, I know that I am going to go to the bank at some point so that I can get money out and help pay for COS and E-Tech NBL. I don’t know that I’m going to go to youth group tonight, or if I’m going to go to scouts. I kinda just want to sit at home and do nothing. I think we all need those nights every now and then. Oh, next Sunday after church I’m going over to the Kelly’s house, they are having a cookout for their barn and they invited us to come. I’m sure that’s going to be a good time, something to look foreward to.
I’m getting my Earhart award presented to me on Thursday. I hate award ceremonies. I don’t get why they have to do them. But, I don’t really have a say in the mater. So it doesn’t really matter, now does it? Kyle and Mike are getting their Mitchell awards presented to them at the same time, finally some other cadet officers. And there are going to be a bunch of new Currys. I can’t believe that our squadron lost the Color Guard competition. I’m so sick of all the politcs and stuff that goes on at CAP. All the judges were from the other squadron. In areas that we should have compleately cleaned house, and we did compleately clean house, the other team won. Is it so much to ask that people are fair? I guess it is, other wise I wouldn’t be wondering if that were the case. Oh well. I guess you win some and you lose some. That’s how life is.
Have you ever felt like you were going crazy? I think that’s about the best description of how I’m feeling at the moment. No. Crazy isn’t right. I just don’t know how to say what I want to say. And I think that feeling, the one that I’m feeling, is worse than actually being crazy. Words are sometimes hard to find, aren’t they? Especially when you know what you want to articulate, but you can’t seem to get the meaning from your head out of your mouth. I think that we all have those moments in our lives. But this is becoming more than a moment, or at least in this situation, it’s becoming more like a perpetual state. Not so cool, my friend.
Oh, so I have a serrious thought for you. Games. People play games. I’m not talking about sports, people play games with people. They try to mess with people. They degrade people. Make fun of them. People are purposefully mean sometimes. What is the point? Why do we as people think that we need to make ourselves feel better by making otheer people feel awful about how they are going about their lives? I don’t get it. And then, what I don’t get at all, is why people justify themselves being mean by saying that someone was mean to them. I just want to scream at them. Don’t they remember how they felt when people were being mean and making fun of them? Don’t they get what they are doing? They are just putting a continuous circle of this… “stuff” out there. I would like to say that this makes me laugh. But I’m guilty of it at times. I would like to think that I don’t do it all to often, but I guess that would be lying. Is our natural reaction as humans when we get hurt, to make others hurt? Maybe it is. I hope we can change.
Alright. Well… I hope that you enjoyed reading this. I think it’s a little longer than what I usually write, but that’s okay. I’m sure that you can suffer through a few hundred extra words. If not. You need to practice your reading skills elsewhere. Oh, and if you want to leave a comment that would be nice. I hardly ever get comments. I think that the last comment I got was from Emily… Oh. And Emma. Write a new post. Or I’m gunna get mean. Bye.
Do they have radios in heaven?
I hope they do
‘Cause they’re playing my song on the radio
And I’m singing it to you