I do not want to be saved, lectured too, offered hope, my mind is screaming at the silence which is piercingly loud. Why is it that when you find yourself in the presence of others, not alone in your misery, people ask if you know Jesus, to me this is a copout. I do not want to dump on others so i dont, but occasionally when others seem to be intruders and not guests, that is when they choose to insist that you make them feel ok by telling them you believe. What i believe is that I do not have all the answers, and neither does anyone else, and I do not accept that anyone religion has. Why do people feel the need to define "God" for all others. If God is all powerful, all knowing then what makes you think that you can define God for all who have existed, and all that will exist. It seems to me if i respect the vast spaces i would not limit but expand to include all, and please do not start on the bible. Unless you were there at the very minute the words were being written, was able to physically hear what the author was intending, had a background search on him, and had God hold a meeting with them in your presence than you you are not an expert on the meaning.
Ok, so here it is, i need you to know me, but you scare me, if i do not talk to you, if i am not heard i feel as if i will go to a place that will be very difficult to come back from. I have lived most of my life in what seems absolute isolation and yet i am surrounded by millions. If you were unable to silence the thoughts in your mind at the most vulnerable times in your life, what would they say.
Look, we are all the same, we all use the potty if we can, we all need water and food to sustain ourselves, so then how is it possible that i can feel so alone and so confused. Well no more I hope; I am turning to you, my peers, and my peers include Trump, Madonna, Paris, the homeless, the child that is being molested by some sicko, the person who was just arrested for drunk driving, having drunk for the first time, but got pulled over for a broken taillight. I dont want Phil; I dont want Oprah; I want you. The everyday you, not the perverted you, but the you who cannot sensor the fears and wishes of those who cannot clasp hands and enter the worlds of the ever after together.
So you probably want to know about snoopy, not yet, it is too personal just yet to put out there.
