Embarrassing Memories and Awkward Moments with TRL Part 2

Top Awkward Moments That Should Make You Feel Better About Yourself:

1. Crying and being hysterical in class
2. Accidentally making an inappropriate comment to someone else’s boyfriend
3. Having mascara smeared on your face, and no one told you ( I never bought non water proof again)
4. Accidentally making a racist comment to a teacher
5. Tripping on a crack in the sidewalk while running away from a creepy senior
6. Passing gas…
7. Blood on the pants
8. Talking in a really shrill, scary voice upon meeting someone
9. Telling someone they had a “good figure” to make them feel better about their weight
10. Having your shirt buttoned wrong while on stage

Not sure if these a the correct order, but you get the point! High school was weird for me. Hope you are feeling better about yourself. What’d I learn from all this? That I’m a screw up, mainly, and to be VERY careful with my words. God help me, I hope my list after I finish college won’t be so bad. I hope to be a respectable, righteous person at some point in my life.

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Does anyone else see what I see?

Screenshot!

Call me a crazy, superstitious, extremist Christian whacko of the same variety as those who would have cried, “Burn the witches!” if you must, but this scared me a little when I saw it. Since then my stats have changed, but I can’t help but wonder if this means something.

Tell me the truth, is this blog Satanic?

Beating through the fog, wrestling with God

As much as I like to think that I trust God and take things a day at a time, the truth is that I love planning more than is good for me. I’ve got to know that I’m doing tomorrow, what I’m eating for breakfast, what I’m going to wear, down to the tee. But forget tomorrow, I like planning much beyond that!

Now is one of those rare times in my life when I not only don’t know definitively where I’ll be in a few weeks, but haven’t decided yet either, and it terrifies me. It’s kind of like when you’re in a car with a bunch of indecisive family members. Should we go to Subway? In and Out? Where do you want to go? And the driver doesn’t know where to turn. And then there’s me in the passenger seat, hoping we don’t crash.

Of course, the family will eat, and I will be okay, God willing. In reality, I’m being petty. This will sort itself out. While now I worry about how I will get to school, if I will have any friends, what I will be able to do, I know that it’s stupid to worry about such things. But why won’t anyone listen to me, I wonder now, or at least give me a color coded schedule so I’ll know what to expect.

Be still and know that I am God.

But I need to research this, and consider this, and agonize over this, and stress about that.

Be still and know that I am God.

Give me a second.

BE STILL AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD!

Okay

Scared of My Own Shadow

Here is an issue close to my heart, but a little taboo. Thought I’d share it because I have a feeling I’m not alone.

Fear. Fear has held its icy grip on me for quite some time now. But before I get into this, let me just say one thing. I have never been diagnosed with any kind of mental illness or the like. And I didn’t have a “rough” childhood either. So retrain yourself from pitying. What I am about to get into is mostly a personal problem.

I think I began life normally enough, healthy and strong. I was a large and vigorous baby. In early childhood I was outgoing, bold, and delightfully naive. My parents tell me that I used to greet strangers in a loud voice and even strike up conversation. People responded well because I guess I was cute and not too obnoxious. I don’t remember disliking people in those days, besides my arch nemesis, a kid named Mitchell. You know kids and their arch nemeses… but generally I was cheerful and easy going.

Then something changed when I was around eight. It wasn’t just that I leaned out and grew taller, something drastic was changing inside of me. I moved to a new school in a strange new place. Removed from my suburban dream bubble, I learned many things about life way too fast. For the first time, it was hard to make friends and become accepted. For the first time, through means that I cannot fully explain, I was beginning to see the dark side of my world. In school they taught us about drugs and why they were bad, and in the foggy, dirty streets of downtown, I saw just the tiniest fleeting glimpse of their influence. The experience was not constructive for me. As stupid as it seems to a rational person, I became afraid of drugs, even though I had no reason to be. I was afraid of their residue in public places, things like that. I also became afraid of alcohol, smoking, sex, everything that I was just beginning to understand. But mostly, I was afraid of myself, afraid of my own shadow. I was afraid that I had weaknesses and a great potential for evil. I was afraid that there was something wrong with me, and there was, but the problem was mostly the fear. I felt hopeless and unwell. Sure, there were still good days, and times when I could forget, but when I think back on this particular time in my life, I remember mostly the bad.

I started going to a Christian school in sixth grade. I was never opposed to the idea of God. I liked having a savior. So I started accepting God into my life, but it began quite superficially and progressed gradually. My fears still existed, and middle school was still hard because of social stuff, but I notice a change in my life for the better during this time. The insanity seemed to be waning, and my fears became more rational.

Today, my fears are much more rational than when I was eight years old, but still unjustified. I worry about what people think of me and my popularity. I am afraid that I give off an awkward vibe and people can notice it right away. I am also a little scared of people in general, though I usually like them and want them to like me back.

I admit to growing quite tense on the freeway. I am also a germaphob at times, but it kind of makes sense because I am always sick.

And, like everyone about the future, what I will do with my life, etc.

Why I need to worry about these things, I don’t know. It just proves how lousy I am at trusting God. Why does it matter what people think of me? Why do I let them determine my self worth?

Instead, I should thank God, because He is continually saving me from insanity. Where I would be without His hope and grace, I don’t know. Maybe in some mental ward screaming my head off. Instead, (for now at least), I’m here on WordPress or writing my novels, letting the angst of my soul and the quirkiness of my essence spill out on virtual paper, an outlet that is less frowned upon and counterproductive. It’s a good place to be. God is good, all the time.