frustrated.

It bothers me when people don't recognize opinions for what they are. When, in their minds, they believe so firmly in their own opinions that they become facts. It bothers me when negative people are the ones that are heard. That so often, they get the last word in a discussion. It bothers me that these people have the power to make me second guess my own opinions. That they make me sway toward their way of thinking just because it is easier than arguing and disagreeing. Maybe we are both right or have an element of "rightness" in our ideas and we can find a middle ground. Maybe we can listen to one another and discuss. Maybe I am scared to do that because I am scared of conflict. Maybe we can try to see the others point of view. Maybe we can love eachother... even for our differences. Maybe I lack love.

I don't know what I am trying to say. Maybe I am just frustrated. And I'm not going to lie; I am curious to see how this all turns out.

"Let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak and slow to wrath; for the wrath of man does not produce the righteousness of God." -James 1:19.20

"The present is the point at which time touches eternity."
- C.S. Lewis in Mere Christianity

I think I must be being too nice. (Cough.) You see, I have this student who kind of likes me. Probably just as someone he enjoys and admires or something. And so, apparently he talks about me quite a bit. I suppose his father can't resist teasing him about it. And this young gentleman, being five years old, couldn't resist telling me...
And I'm not sure whether the appropriate response is to be flattered or embarrassed.

hoo boy!

"My dad says that you are my girlfriend."

in present pain.

I hate it when little things bother me a lot. Make me really angry or sad deep inside for no apparent reason. And then all the other things that I have held inside of me for a while all start to well up and I feel like I need to explode. Yell really loud or cry really hard. Sometimes I am glad for these times though. To know that my heart isn't so hard that I can't feel things and hurt. Because sometimes I can go for a long time without feeling anything. And I forget what it is like. But why can't I feel without the pain?