lately, my life has been pretty... "exciting" and "interesting" and other words people use when they mean to say "shitty." Lately, Alli's been dealing with a stalker. Some person, whose identity remains a mystery to us all, began with leaving her flowers picked from the neighborhood on her doorstep. This itself is not such a sin and could potentially be construed as sweet, but when the creepy notes started coming, we decided it was time to take it seriously. What was creepy about these notes? Well the first one was the weather section of the local newspaper indicating that whoever this is couldn't be around to drop off flowers on days it rains with the sloppy scrawl at the top "butt in mind: 4 U ok?" A few (rainy) days go by, and eventually we get another note, this one a full page, front and back. Lots of misspellings, but the handwriting was much better. This note made it clear that this person watches her, has an ideal of her in his mind (what she's like), that they are very attracted to her, and that they masturbate to the thought of her. Which, as we all know is the universal way to attract the ladies' attention. Women who read this page, wouldn't getting a note that a dude likes to "cumm" (sic) around and watch you without your knowledge so they can beat it later just warm the cockles of your heart? So I've been staying over there every night this week since thursday, and waking up super early to try to catch him in the act.
I don't know how many of you know this, but I recently got rid of my own stalker student - a creepy girl who had some sort of relationship built up in her mind that didn't exist. She got transferred to a school for emotionally disturbed kids. And then this. To put it in my brother's words, "How the fuck are you two such a hot ticket that you both have been stalked?" What can I say, Alli and I are HOTT with two fucking Ts. But why can't we attract more normal and attractive people? Fucking stalkers.
Most of the world knows Mardi Gras, but not many people know that it actually signifies the beginning of the season of Lent, the 40 days before Easter. (Okay, actually Ash Wednesday is the beginning of Lent, the day after Mardi Gras.)Anyway, I have kind of a weird past with the Catholic church that basically resulted in me constantly struggling to find a comfortable spirituality. No, it has nothing to do with any preists and my naughty bits. I've thought about it quite a bit and regardless of any reasons I might have to the contrary, I'd still rather be Catholic than anything else. And here's part of the reason why, I think - It seems to me that in comparison to most other religions I see: evangelicals, Methodists, Baptists, "non-denominationals," etc... Catholicism seems to be the most honest about sin. I mean, it acknowledges sin as a darker part of human nature that we all have to wrestle with, not as some Satan-driven phenomenon propelling Americans into the depths of Hell. That's the reason Lent is the time I'm most active as a Catholic, because Lent is a time to reflect on your sins and act on making some worldly reparation for those sins. And sin is not erased by throwing handfuls of dollars at hucksters on TV with southern accents. Charitable acts, making sacrifices, changing your life for the better, really making an effort to get in touch with your soul, that's what Lent is about. So you don't eat meat on Fridays, you save your soul from burning in the eternal deep-fryer of damnation? Not quite - the idea is the sacrifice; you take away a small thing and you begin to notice how difficult it is to go without. The no meat thing sounds simple, but if you're used to having meat with dinner, or lunch, you suddenly have to be creative, maybe make an extra trip to the grocery store. And an important point I didn't ever get until this year - don't talk about it; don't let everyone you see know that you're having a hard time today because you gave this up, or you can't do that. Take the sacrifice in stride, see what doing without one simple thing does to your life. I've lived in struggle with my spirituality for a long time, but that struggle is what let me know it's there. I can't imagine being an aspiritual being - that's gotta be a lonely feeling. And for all my struggle, I still wouldn't be anything but Catholic.
Don't you hate it when you think of something that's kinda funny to you, but if you were to try to explain it to anyone else, it wouldn't be funny? That happened to me. No, really, you don't want to know. Really. Fine, I'll tell you.
With Lent beginning, lots and lots of Catholics will be going to Red Lobster every Friday. The irony is, it's a restaurant even Jesus would have avoided because shellfish aren't kosher according to Jewish food law. What? I told you it wasn't that funny.
I really have nothing to blog about. According to my spreadsheet I manage my money really well. Woo fucking hoo. My life is ex-cite-ing. Yup. Thrill a minute, that's me. Super. Super-dee-dooper. Oh yeah. Love being me... posted by MAtt D. at 9:42 PM
