today, i got in this really unusual vibe: i felt like i was robbed. i would be thinking of what i did for so and so, or how hard i worked for whatever...and then this little voice in my mind would start whispering to me how i was robbed, how they should have been more appreciative, how my actions went completely unoticed. and then i'd start feeling all sorrry for my ass, and lying down in my bed with my knee all wired up to allthese machines just made it easier for me to pity myself.
and then comes the reality check.
i read somewhere that in korea, a mother killed all of her children, and then committed suicide. she threw them off of an apartment building, and then, holding her youngest child, she jumped off herself. and that got me wondering what kind of hell her life must have been to push her over the edge. and here i am. complaining. if Anything, i was 'robbed' of useless ego-boosting glory that reeks of bad news. i dont know what's wrong with me. i hope it was the med's, i really do. i dont want to be one of those people who wastes their lives, unthankful and unappreciative of the gifts that were given to them. i am very lucky to be here, in a million different ways. jesus... we can be a really disguisting species sometimes.



"It has been a frequent trait in Christian theologians down the ages to commit themselves whole-heartedly to the fashionable philosophies of their day, while passing severe judgments on their predecessors for adopting precisely the same attitude." - e.l. mascall