(Aug 4, 2017 10:57 PM)C C Wrote: [ -> ]I'm just glad the bucket of corncobs was long gone as a fixture by the time I came across one. The type that only had a single shared one hanging from a string would have especially sent chills down a youngster's spine. (Well, probably not. As kids we could swap pop-bottle spit with a flu afflicted neighbor kid and never think twice about it.)
I have two boys. One loves to hunt and he always comes back with his shirt sleeves torn off. I’m like—what the hell? He uses them to wipe his ass. I don’t think I could even pull that off, much less a corncob.
I went to a wine tasting event. It was one of the best ones that I've ever attended—held in a botanical garden with art, crafts, food, and music.
My friends are always trying to get me to attend this women’s study group—a religious one. They said that I’d learn more about myself through Christ and quoted this scripture.
"If your first concern is to look after yourself, you’ll never find yourself. But if you forget about yourself and look to me, you’ll find both yourself and me."—Matthew 10:39
I said, no. It actually says…"Whoever finds their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it." You’d know that if you read the bible as much as you claim to, and I’m pretty confident that not one of you would lay their lives down for me, but if you’re just talking about helping me, you can start by holding my wine glass while I use the restroom.
We continued on our walk—they laughed, and said that they needed to sprinkle me with holy water, but it’d probably sizzle. I get that a lot. I said that would be like spitting in my face. That shit is contaminated with bacteria. I’ll tell you what, let’s walk back to the bathroom, and I’ll dip my fingers in the toilet water, flick some in your face, and we’ll see how you like it.
I didn’t think I was going to get another invite after that remark, but they know that I love to hike, and suggested that I go for a walk with them. You know that they’re just wanting their little dose of helper’s high, which is fine by me, but it is starting to hurt my feelings a little bit.
Plan A: I’m thinking about explaining the difference between pity and empathy. I want to tell them that if they’re just inviting me out of pity, and not because they enjoy my company, to no longer include me.
(Aug 2, 2017 10:55 PM)confused2 Wrote: [ -> ]If anyone sees either a serious flaw in the plan A or a better plan I'd like to know of it soon enough to start work on a Plan B.
Ditto.
