Lūcēbint tū domus ducō

Mehh.

Meep, should have gone to bed an hour ago, it's past 12 now and we're going to the 8:30 service tomorrow. FYI I'm not running MS, not sure if Jonathan got my email or not but nevertheless Ashley's running it. Makes me all the more depressed, really. I feel so flippin' useless all the time. I've had to back out the last two (and the first two) times for running camera in Elevate, because of my foot.
Anyhow, I'm scheduled to work the last week in March, and I should have teh cast off. If I don't I'm gonna have to do something. I don't know but it won't be nice.

Anyway, the real reason I cam on here is to write up what I've been pondering all day. Not really sure if it will make sense here, everything makes perfect sense in my head but when it comes out everyone's all like WTC?? So I'll try. Moving on.
What I was thinkin' was that when you go somewhere, you try your best to look nice, right? And everyone's waiting on you, and telling you that you look fine, etc. Been there?
My point being that it doesn't matter in the least what you really look like. If you think you look great, if doesn't matter if you look crap, becasue despite all those negative thoughts, no one really cares. If they care for you, how you dress, etc, shouldn't matter at all. FE. I wear spikey bracelets, have a red streak in my hair, mix-n-match clothes that shouldn't even be near each other, and wear a thick, heavy chain around my neck. /I/ think I look cool (not to brag, ksl). It doesn';t matter how I /really/ look to others, becasue I think I look good. Do you understand? I seem to be repeating myself in different forms, so forgive me here.
On the opposite side, if you think you look like a fresh dog doo, then it doesn't matter. If you absolutely HATE that top on you, it doesn't matter how it looks to other people, because /you/ think it looks awful. You wear it and keep your head down, your jacket on, and creep the hallways, just sure that everyone is talking about how awful you look it it. Right? Eh?
It's all a matter of opinion. I wouldn't even get close to some of the clothes my friends wear, but they look great to me, because I love them, and they could roam the halls in a sackcloth for all I care. Love and friendships should never depend on clothing, hairstyle, how much your "daddy" makes a year, or what guy you go with. If your friends are judging you on that, they're not really friend, are they?

Another though I'd had. More of a pet peeve converted into a deep thought, really. I hate it when people judge things by another's opinions. FE. The Harry Potter books. I was reading a book on them by some Christian author who said that she was at a ladies' luncheon and asked what they thought about the HP books. She got ZOMG YOU DEVIL-WOMAN!!! stares and glares. None of them had read them but all of them thought they were, in my own words, from the Devil himself. One was even abhored to Tolkien and C.S.Lewis books. One said that she'd been given one and promptly threw it away. One said that she'd never read them but she thought they were evil because a "Christian author I trust" said that they were bad. That makes me SO mad! You can't form an opinion based on another's opinion. When you do, it's no longer really an opinion, is it? I'll leave you to that. But think on it. When you form an opinion based on another's, it ceases to become an opinion. Hmm.

ILU all! Thanks for reading, once, more, my ramblings. I'll think of you all next time I'm making an opinion. xD

BTW, I'm seriously making an attempt to write more. I relaise that I negelcted posting for a very long time, and I'm sorry.

ILU! Be good and don't EVER cease to walk with God. I'm such a hypocrite.

<3-Madd, Tack, Katy, Fluf, or You Idiot Get Out Of My Room (my brother calls me that)

posted by Kathryn at 3/05/2006 12:05:00 AM