I tossed and turned all night. I woke up this morning feeling drained.
I know this feeling. The hard part is figuring out what is causing the feeling.
The more I write, the more the truth comes to light.
I don't want to face the truth right now.
This is me signing out.
Running away.
Maybe tomorrow.
6.06.2008
6.05.2008
I'm Not A Racist, However
I'm sick. And I'm mad. I'm disgusted. I'm naive.
I'm sick of ignorant people. I'm mad that people even think like this. I'm disgusted at their thought process. I'm naive because I really thought that we've made progress.
Yesterday I was playing the "Not Working" game. I was on the internet reading blogs and came across this video. The little white woman was on South Beach on Memorial Day weekend. And because of the black kids who were out partying, living it up, drinking, wearing bikini's, and using foul language, she stated that Barack had lost her vote. Watch it for your self....
And then there is the fist bump. Dap. Why is everything that Obama does scrutinized? They are freaking out over a dap!!! WTH?!? They, and yes THEY as in ignorant people, find ANY reason not to vote for the black man. I can't believe I'm even writing this. But it is true. I'm not going to spend a lot of time on this. I just had to get my 1 1/2 cents out.
I'm sick of ignorant people. I'm mad that people even think like this. I'm disgusted at their thought process. I'm naive because I really thought that we've made progress.
Yesterday I was playing the "Not Working" game. I was on the internet reading blogs and came across this video. The little white woman was on South Beach on Memorial Day weekend. And because of the black kids who were out partying, living it up, drinking, wearing bikini's, and using foul language, she stated that Barack had lost her vote. Watch it for your self....
And then there is the fist bump. Dap. Why is everything that Obama does scrutinized? They are freaking out over a dap!!! WTH?!? They, and yes THEY as in ignorant people, find ANY reason not to vote for the black man. I can't believe I'm even writing this. But it is true. I'm not going to spend a lot of time on this. I just had to get my 1 1/2 cents out.
Mysophobic
I suffer from Mysophobia. And its horrible!! Last night I was in church. And it always seems to happen in church on a Wednesday night!!!! So, I got there early. I like to be able to pick out a seat. I really wasn't thinking about the past 50 times that I've been squished and uncomfortable during Bible Study. I couldn't have been thinking because out of all of the available seats in the sanctuary, I pick a middle seat.
It never fails!! Someone either has really loud breath, a cold and is coughing all over me, gas, or a yawning problem!!! Bottom line is that I have a fear of catching germs from strangers.
Yes, I know. I'm a Christian. I'm in church to hear the Word and learn. Yeah, I know. But I still have a right to breathe easy!!!!!
So, last night I walk in running my mouth with a friend. She goes to her usual spot. I like to be up front and center. So, I choose a seat in the third row. Sigh. I get up to go and speak to another friend. I come back and find that I am sitting between two women who are slightly larger than me. Once again I'm squished. Not a problem, though. It's cool.
So, we stand up for praise and worship. And then it hits me. Someone's breath is foul!!! But, I just brush it off and continue praising the Lord. Then, someone lets one go!!!!!!!!!! I'm gagging and thinking, this CAN NOT be happening!!! Not again!
I'm wedged between two people, the air conditioner isn't working, it's hot, someone's breath stinks, the woman next to me kept yawning, and someone has gas. Can you imagine how miserable I was????
LOL!! Every time the person with the unfresh breath said something or every time the other one yawned, I fanned my fan. LOL!! I know its wrong. But I'm seriously a Mysophobic!! Cover your mouth!! Where are your manners?
And my pastor loves to tell you to turn to your neighbor and say stuff. AH!! I so wanted to just get up and sit in the back of the sanctuary. I was so glad when service was over. I just really needed a breath of fresh air. Seriously. I usually stay around and fellowship. I had to get up out of that place. I don't think I've ever gotten home from Bible Study so early. And next Wednesday, trust I will sit my little phobic tale on an end seat.
It never fails!! Someone either has really loud breath, a cold and is coughing all over me, gas, or a yawning problem!!! Bottom line is that I have a fear of catching germs from strangers.
Yes, I know. I'm a Christian. I'm in church to hear the Word and learn. Yeah, I know. But I still have a right to breathe easy!!!!!
So, last night I walk in running my mouth with a friend. She goes to her usual spot. I like to be up front and center. So, I choose a seat in the third row. Sigh. I get up to go and speak to another friend. I come back and find that I am sitting between two women who are slightly larger than me. Once again I'm squished. Not a problem, though. It's cool.
So, we stand up for praise and worship. And then it hits me. Someone's breath is foul!!! But, I just brush it off and continue praising the Lord. Then, someone lets one go!!!!!!!!!! I'm gagging and thinking, this CAN NOT be happening!!! Not again!
I'm wedged between two people, the air conditioner isn't working, it's hot, someone's breath stinks, the woman next to me kept yawning, and someone has gas. Can you imagine how miserable I was????
LOL!! Every time the person with the unfresh breath said something or every time the other one yawned, I fanned my fan. LOL!! I know its wrong. But I'm seriously a Mysophobic!! Cover your mouth!! Where are your manners?
And my pastor loves to tell you to turn to your neighbor and say stuff. AH!! I so wanted to just get up and sit in the back of the sanctuary. I was so glad when service was over. I just really needed a breath of fresh air. Seriously. I usually stay around and fellowship. I had to get up out of that place. I don't think I've ever gotten home from Bible Study so early. And next Wednesday, trust I will sit my little phobic tale on an end seat.
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