Lately, I've been having a hard time sleeping. It's quite unusual really. I tend to exhaust myself to the point that when I close my eyes with a pillow under my head I clock out. I don't even remember my dreams most nights. It's been different lately. I've laid my head down and the Lord wants to talk. That happens or my thoughts bubble up. If neither of those happens I've just been staring at my ceiling rolling around in perpetual torture denying the reality that the other side of the pillow will not bring me more sleep. I too wish my sleep schedule was better but for now, let's talk about late-night thoughts.
For example, I wonder if everyone sees the same color green that I do. Do we experience colors in the same ways? It seems more likely that we don't but instead have learned to label colors the same thing collectively. Maybe colorblindness is an example of this. To be honest I've never studied this. It would put my mind at ease to think we don't experience color the same way. It would excuse bad taste. However not experiencing color the same way also saddens me. That means that I could never fully share the same beautiful sight I see with another. Who knows really?
Sometimes I think about bravery. Is fearlessness the same as bravery? I think not. I think that having no fear makes it impossible to be brave. Uneducated decisions are considered fraudulent and I like to think acts done without fear shows a similar notion. Instead, those who can swallow their fear and still do the activities are truly brave. There's great merit to being able to overcome one's feelings and base instincts.
Similarly, I think of success. We try to study what makes someone successful. We want some kind of secret. Attributes to either encourage us or excuse us to succeed. Successful people though come from all walks of life. I think successful people at the end of the day are people who take a leap of faith. You can be the most diligent person in the world but if you never venture into the unknown you won't be successful. Study all the books you want but if you don't take the risks of some king the valley of mediocracy awaits. I'm reminded of one-hit wonders. Nothing makes you a one-hit wonder but by taking a leap. You either continue to try or you give up.
Dad jokes are the best joke. I've never seen someone legitimately hurt by a dad joke. I also believe there are two reactions to a dad joke: Humor or cringe. If someone finds it humorous it's great. It means they will like my jokes more. However, it's almost better if they don't like the jokes. The reaction of someone not liking a dad joke is not only humourous it's a challenge. It means there has got to be one dad joke they will like. Seeing them laugh at a joke after time failed is very rewarding.
Sometimes I worry that our society has become too calloused to evil. We get used to seeing bad things on the news that we no longer care about. It worries me that we will remain complicit when something truly matters. The peasants' revolt in England sent waves because of atrocities, but I wonder what would have happened had no one cared.
If the zombie apocalypse were to happen I would most likely not survive. I doubt I have the heart to take out a friend. I also am clumsy. I well know that if I had to outrun a zombie I would not win. My speed is half that of a snail. I am strong but fast. Not so much. Then what good is strength when I haven't the heart to use it? My best bet is offering my gardening, cooking, and sewing skills to someone who would be able to hack up their bestie boo turned zombie. Either way, I have made my peace there. Worst comes to worst I don't think God would hold any crimes I commit as a zombie against me.
Birds are real and my FBI agent has a lot of questions for me. These two things I know. So FBI agent we are going to name you Tabitha. I'm going to let you know Tabitha that I have no idea why I opened the microwave to put the leftovers in the fridge twice yesterday. Also, I can explain why I searched for how to fold fitted sheets on many separate occasions. The first videos were not helpful. That's my explanation. No, Tabitha, I will not explain why I read ten different isidia manwhau that all have the same father-daughter plot. You are on a need-to-know basis. You might spy on me but there are some things that don't need explaining. Also If you're ever in the neighborhood feel free to drop by for some tea.
Sometimes I wonder how many people are on this app and if it lies to me. I have trust issues. I don't believe that everyone who's "read" this has read them. I think I can be too chaotic.
Guinipigs are nasty. I said it. I ain't never seen one that was clean and not owned by a middle schooler.
Cats secretly have other lives we are unaware of.
Some friends aren't worth the investment I put into them. Some friends steal affection with no intention to give it back. Some friends are using you for their own satisfaction. You deserve better. Ditch 'em. Who needs 'em? There are people out there who will enjoy your company without getting something in return. There are people that you can befriend who you will similarly enjoy listening to them.
You don't need someone else to be going through the same thing you are to be normal. I know there's someone out there who's been through something else similar to you. I'm just telling you even if people say that you can never heal, never be normal, and never fit in: their idiots. God made you and there's nothing He does badly. He made you beautiful and called you good. To this day He has never taken those words back. So take courage and be proud of yourself. Continue to put in the work of self-improvement but stop condemning yourself. You are just who God made you to be.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxC28LDsCRy
Sleep is for the week. Or at least I tell myself that when I'm in moods like I am. Spoiler: it doesn't work. We all have weaknesses. There's nothing wrong with that. In fact, there is strength to our weaknesses. Sometime I'll talk about that. For now, I just want to share something. If you have never heard someone speak good words about you know this. God has a list in heaven of everything you've ever done that's made HIm smile. He knows the number of the hairs on your head and He's written down every one of your good deeds and has a picture of you on his refrigerator. If you ever need Him to encourage you just ask Him. He loves to dote on His children. He will tell you everything you do that makes Him smile. Every time your joke made Him laugh and every time your kindness made Him proud. You may not have someone who notices when you've made a small step toward change but He took notice and He rejoiced with you. He has a scrapbook of every step.
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