I don’t know what happened. Suddenly things got better over the past two months. I moved out, I got a job, and I essentially have a girl friend. I won’t have the job for much longer because it is destroying my health and there is no room for advancement, but I am learning to be grateful for it regardless. I moved in with my friend Zac. I met a girl in the end of January and we just really clicked. I hope Father Josiah likes her.
Susan G. Komen, women’s health: you’re doing it wrong.
As far as I understand it, their funding was cut off because of PP’s being investigated for involvement in sexual trafficking. It doesn’t do much good to support an organization for its involvement in women’s rights if it protects some rights and tramples on others.
Reblogged from Marhabaaaa! Bonjour!
Take-two
A dashed hope; a broken dream- So much more than they seem. We give them up, and our selves, Bitten deep within our souls, Bleed from where the fire dwells To melt the frost and warm the cold.
Icy winter death strikes out At souls, but washed, they name The death they can’t live without Upon which death has no claim, But dies and never lives again.Raised to life, we live. Amen.
Thanks to theguide42 for suggestions with rhyme and meter. Though it’s still a work in progress..
Dashed hopes and broken dreams,
Things that are so much more than they seem
When given up, we give up ourselves
These assaults touch us deep, deep where the fire dwells
Hard Frost bites and Cold Death lashes out,
But washed ones see the death they can’t do without.
Upon that death, death itself has no claim
But to do and do itself die and never live again.
Hopes and dreams have themselves died and been raised,
Raised up again to live, truly live out their days.
Unrequited Applications
I have now been unemployed since may. I have pretty much given up on finding a job the past three weeks. My parents are understandably upset because I don’t do much with myself. However, I don’t think they understand that one can only take so much rejection before it begins to get to you. I am starting to apply at places again, but after over 350 applications filled out and resumes sent, I don’t expect anything. I have loan payments due this month.
This last summer I had a job, I had a job for a whole one and a half days. I was also working with my cousin until his wife went batshitcrazy and fired me.
I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel like I am wasting away. It’s almost as if my very perception of reality is slowly and imperceptibly being skewed. Sometimes I feel more entitled than I ever have and other times I am humbled by the generosity of others.
I mostly just feel hollow. I think it’s because I don’t have much to live for. Now don’t take this as “the cry for help.” I’m not suicidal; that phase ran it’s course in the Thing called high school. ”Hope is the best of things,” however I have none left for myself. I remember the day I got fired after my second day at Parco. I got my hopes up: I was going to be able to pay my rent. I was going to be able to start saving for my loans. I was going to be able to go to grad school in the fall of 2012. And then I didn’t set my alarm correctly and I made “four” mistakes and was therefore let go. I remember crying outside my friends house as all my hopes fell along with my countenance.
“For God has not given us a spirit of fear but of power and love and sophronismos.” I think a lack of hope is giving in to fear, but I lack the “sanity of saintliness” to overcome it. How does one build virtue when they lack it?
And so I begin again, to daily march towards my daily death in the hope of finding hope.
Dear Tumblr,
Thanks for deleting the spam from my inbox. No, seriously. I am obviously incapable of recognizing spam and I need you to go through my messages and delete them for me. I mean, I was going to have to answer the question with some sort of snarky reply, but now I am no longer required to do that because you have taken that liberty from me. My hat is off to you.
Fuck you very much,
Matt
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
The Lord’s Prayer
Peter Phillips and the Tallis Scholars
Reblogged from Credo Quia Absurdum
Nihil
Well… she’s engaged. I don’t know what to do with myself. Is this just another step in letting go? Why did I let go in the first place?
Fuck.
I want what we had before; the love, the laughs, the long talks, the closeness. Or am I just forgetting the fights and all the bitterness? The breakup was a sucker-punch; she didn’t even see it coming. I don’t know anymore.
Letting go sometimes requires you to let go of your own soul. But could I act the fool and chase after her even now? But what of honor and virtue and loyalty and all that? I don’t know anymore.
All I know is I miss my best friend.
I think this points to why I hate equating politics with Christianity. Ahem, Republicans. That being said, Republicans are stupid but they are not completely wrong.
Reblogged from the heart is the philosopher's throne
This is what I think of Cain’s 9-9-9 plan.
One thing that I have really appreciated in all of this is the humanity of the protesters and their willingness to protect their own.
Reblogged from it's not so impossible
