Woah, this blog is still here.

And so am I! I figure I'd better use it. Seeing as the last time I wrote was...April. The problem with blogs is that their so public. Maybe I'll make it private, just so I can get some stuff out without offending people.

Humans are, indeed, the strangest creatures I have ever come across on the face of this planet. That even includes those Snakehead fish in the Meikong River, and those are some FREAKY fish. Whether people admit it or not, we are completely ruled by our emotions, aren't we? I mean, we like to think that we aren't, but when we are slighted by somebody it tends to show on the exterior. Only the sweetest of us can stay immune to that passive-aggressive tendency; most of us really do like to hold on to grudges for as long as possible. You just have to wonder if there's a better way to get past that tiny piece of anger, that little hurt. It's like floating past an iceberg in the dead of night, you know? You might get away unscathed and never even realize that the iceberg was there, or you could plow right into it and sink your ship. You could just let go of that hurt and anger like it never even existed, or you could get sucked into the vicious cycle of blame.

But you say, what about those things you can't get past? There's so many bad things in the world, things like rape, greed, corruption, dirty politics, starving slaves.... these aren't petty slights, these are full-on crimes and violations against the human spirit. Are you compelled to forgive the people that perpetrate those crimes?

At any rate, I do feel like I should be able to forgive someone for their mistakes when they are so few and so trivial in light of the things they COULD have done to me. So why am I always remembering the negative instead of the positive? In my mind, why is there always three bad days for every good day? When I was younger, I used to be so optimistic, and I would sort of write off the people that talked like I'm talking right now. Nobody's life could be that bad, especially the lives of Americans, the rich kids. And yet my mind is never satisfied with any experience, any person, any achievement. I am never living up to what I think I should be, and I am sure I take it out on other people. God sees it, for sure, and I'm even more confident that he's doing something about it. Until then, I sit, and try not to be contagious.