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Name: melissa
Country: United States
State: Massachusetts
Metro: Boston
Birthday: 6/4/1903
Gender: Female


Interests: finding good excuses for who i am.
Expertise: i'm not actually "good" at anything. at least that's what i've been told.
Occupation: Research and development
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Member Since: 1/6/2006

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Thursday, January 08, 2009

do we find god

or does he find us

or are all things lost

no one to calm these seas

so we learn to breathe

under the waves

i'm allowed to question

as long as i arrive at your conclusion

but that's not fair to me

a mere formality

you already decided

who i need to be b

ut maybe i'm not so sure

maybe i'm who you think

but maybe less and maybe more

right now i'm sick of pretending

just so your world spins at the right speed

what if your world isn't what i need

you taught me to apologize for being what i am

you taught me to judge myself

on the basis of what you told me to believe

and i don't know if i can anymore

i don't know if any of us know what all this is for


Sunday, January 07, 2007

thoughts on the church, christianity, and sense of being.

so i've been waiting for a long time for the issue of hypocrisy and complacency to be addressed from the pulpit of a conservative Bible church, such as the one i attend that my father happens to pastor. this is due to the fact that i hear my generation crying out for revolution in the church, but rarely do i hear other generations or strict fundamentalists calling out for change with an equal passion. today was the cracking of pandora's box but i fear the words spoken fell on ears to indifferent too hear them. let's start at the beginning of logic.

now, this is being written without regard for my personal relationship with Jesus at this point in time. because if i added that, this would take years and words i'm not ready to speak.

let's talk for a moment about belief. i believe in the Bible. i believe it is truth, although i'm the first to admit that my life struggles to represent that claim. i don't believe the Bible is for pussies or the politically correct. i believe there is a standard of expection regarding the desires of your heart and the actions that are the consequences thereof. i am a passionate person. therefore, i would rather not speak the name of Jesus and confess myself as his "follower" if i am unwilling to follow in all aspects of life. if you want a life of allowances and mediocrity, feel free to believe in something other than this. because this makes no allowance for lukewarm convictions or apathetic attitudes. however, this "religion" champions grace and love and thereby provides room to breathe for the imperfect. hence, i'm not advocating a profession of belief only in the presence of personal perfection. we make mistakes. no matter what we believe in, we make mistakes.

this brings me to my current feelings regarding the church. clearly my general belief system is considered conservative or even close-minded. but what God intended was the most open-minded acceptance of any person on this planet irregardless of past or present in the name of a better future. the 2 commandments that God sets forth are to love Him with all heart, soul, and mind and to love your neighbor as you love yourself. all decisions, all thoughts, all discernments are to be direct products of those 2 commands. but when i sit in church and hear people telling each other how "this person is in sin and that person hasn't been here in awhile and how can we stop those sinners at the bar" i want to vomit all over the pew and the people and the profession. tell me, i dare you, which command those words are representing. because when i hear you say that "those kids with gauged earrings probably worship the devil" i want to shoot you in the face. because how will people EVER know love when you treat them with judgement and contempt like that?!  tell me how that shows your love for God. tell me how that shows his love to them. it doesn't. and that's pretty much all i see in the church today. i see messed up kids who are products of parents who drop them at church then go get drunk instead of attending themselves and then wonder why their kids make bad decisions.

if you, you whores for right and wrong, truly believe in God, then let him change you, however radical that may seem to this world. but prove him by your love. reach out instead of folding in. show love even if someone tells you they'll never believe in your God. it's not your job to decide who is "worthy of love". in the pews around me on sunday, i see mostly people who are content to claim they represent and follow a God they know nothing about. and i REFUSE to stand up alongside and be counted in those ranks, because apparently we don't even believe in the same God. He is real. but noone would ever know it by the words or love of those who claim his name the loudest **please note there are amazing unbelievable people who provide stunning examples of exceptions to all these generalizations. those people give hope**

today in church we talked about a new movement of "christians" who are choosing to ostracize the institution of church and simply recognize Christ as the head of their fellowship and no leadership outside of that. i believe that's wrong, i believe God ordained the church, he ordained the role of the pastor, but i do not believe he EVER intended it to operate as a legalistic probation-like institution. excuse me for thinking we should all be able to come in, ashamed of our faults but honest about them, and find love, and rebuke, and encouragement all at the same time.

so i'm not sure where to go with this....with my thoughts, my feelings. i hate being a part of something so twisted but unwilling to turn my back on it completely and support something else i believe is equally wrong. i'm all for love. i'm all for unconditional passion. i'm all for revolution.

my frustration is not wrong. and until i find some answer, chances are i'll just sit quietly and watch things crumble while searching for a way to change them. "i say revolution, you say jah"

 


Sunday, December 10, 2006

ahem, cedarville? in fact, anyone who's spent more than 2o minutes on the cedarville campus should be familiar with this....

 

"THE MEAT MARKET"

 

so...funny thing is that while i was driving through manhattan looking for the 14th street sign, i saw a HUGE sign with huge arrows to....you guessed it.....THE MEAT MARKET.

 

only in cedarville and the nyc.

 

NICE.


Thursday, October 26, 2006

the rant for 10/26.

how old am i???

seriously.

how old am i???

23. twenty fricking three years old.

at 23....a lot of people are married. a lot of people have kids.

JUST BECAUSE I LIVE WITH YOU DOESN'T MEAN I WANT YOU TO TREAT ME LIKE I'M 12.

seriously, do i not have my own conscience?? do i not have standards? stop treating me like i'm void of a moral compass and like i need you to question every comment, every thought, every spoken word, every admission of guilt.

you make me want to drown in the shower or drive into the ocean.

i use the proverbial "find a happy place" in jest and you ask me, "oh so you think a place will make you happy????"

at this point mom, maybe yes, yes i do.


Monday, October 16, 2006

i'm through with my carefully cultivated pretenses and my assumptions of optimism and pessimism alike. i'm over the drama of being alone and still unacquainted with the realities of love. i don't care if you think that i'm a nutcase because, quite frankly, i couldn't agree more. i'm sick of feeling obliged do a,b, and c for the sake of some unknown xfactor. i like the f word and i say it a lot when noone's listening because sometimes it's the only thing that adequately represents my fucking frustration with everything. i hate trusting people and i ride that rollercoaster like it's the only ride in the whole damn park. something about trusting people is amazing but it ALWAYS bites me in the ass. always. people i trust, people i love, it doesn't matter. always. and i hate so many things because of that one thing. i hate wishing my friends were here but knowing that they're not and they won't be because they're BUSY and have better things to do. that doesn't mean they don't love me though...right? i hate sitting at home wishing my mom would hug me just because i'm 23 and i still don't have anyone else to receive tlc from. and man, these thoughts in my head are making me crazy. they're now convening late in the night to form extremely vivid nightmares that leave me wide awake hoping someone kills me before i fall back asleep and into the clutches of the recesses of my mind. ugh. now i remember why i always tried so hard to find ways to create my own skewed reality that made all my words easier to swallow. i'm kind of sorry that you might read this but i pretty much don't care because whoever you are, you're not reality. you're just a snapshot and some 2-dimensional letters. so forget it. i get all twisted up inside. in my head. and occasionally, i lose perspective on up and down and right and left.....and those are the moments where i want to tell all my little secrets because maybe they'd make sense to you. maybe you'd have answers or thoughts or something other than what's already fueling my tornado-like pseudo-brain. i want to smoke cyanide and sip ratpoison in my coffee. i want my hairdryer to transform into a .45 and put an end to my whiteman afro. not really, not really i was kidding get your finger off the emergency button. emergency buttons are only to be used in a real emergency and this does not constitute one. not even close. because an emergency is the culmination of a crisis. and this is simply the lack thereof.



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