The People Behind My Eyes

There comes a time in every woman’s life when she has say, “No, I don’t think so, count me out!” She will then be grateful she didn’t shave her legs when she sits at home before a well cooked meal thinking back on the horrific plans made earlier in the week. So what happened? Well, I swear I was going to go but when you mix a canoe with no life jackets then add alcohol you can exclude me. Also, if Fife Jr. decides to say things like, “The Devil is in my back pocket and God is my b*tch” then consider this chick disinterested in your trip.

I have no idea how things fell apart so quickly but they did…. and all of that after he bought me my own tent to sleep in and my own little chair with a cup holder.

no life jackets + beer + aggression = no go

I have no idea what he was thinking or why he went what I call crazy on me. He laughed hysterically when he said that about God because my mouth fell open and my eyes were huge. Even if a person is an atheist there’s a line any reasonable person would draw. I mean come on, saying something like that is really and truly disrespectful. It doesn’t have to do with your personal belief system anymore, it has to do with feeling like you can lash out at people because of their belief system. What he said was without a doubt a horrific example of crossing a boundary with intend to offend because he doesn’t agree with a particular belief system.

I do not call myself a Christian but I do have Christian beliefs. I do not for one second understand why Fife Jr felt the need to get aggressive when it was he who brought up religion. I didn’t even contribute much to the conversation. He went on and on about finding strength in himself then came out with that statement. I suppose since I wasn’t feeding into the atheist badge/chip he had on his shoulder he felt the need to get aggressive.

I have one last thing to say about statements and behaviors such as his. Actually, what I have to say is a poem that I got in my mailbox earlier today. It’s a nice reminder to that aggression is not necessary when the name Christ or the word Christian comes up.

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not shouting, “I’ve been saved!”
I’m whispering, “I get lost! That’s why I chose this way”
When I say, “I am a Christian,” I don’t speak with human pride
I’m confessing that I stumble-needing God to be my guide
When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not trying to be strong
I’m professing that I’m weak and pray for strength to carry on
When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not bragging of success
I’m admitting that I’ve failed and cannot ever pay the debt
When I say, “I am a Christian,” I don’t think I know it all
I submit to my confusion asking humbly to be taught
When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not claiming to be perfect
My flaws are far too visible but God believes I’m worth it
When I say, “I am a Christian,” I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartache which is why I seek His name
When I say, “I am a Christian,” I do not wish to judge
I have no authority–I only know I’m loved

Copyright 1988 Carol Wimmer

So, I’m still here.  I’ve been here the whole time but I needed a moment to sort of cool off from everything. I’m a bit disappointed because I didn’t get to go camping when I really wanted to but I’m also kinda pleased to be able to say, “you know what? I’m not spending a week end with you if you don’t handle yourself in a safe and respectful manner.” Here at home I’ll have a relaxing time as I finish up a second Charlene Doll. She should be done by Sunday afternoon then I’ll put her in my Etsy shop.

until again Ladies and Gents,

Joan of Arc