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[Finishes something ...]
YAY! Now that's only ... er, 70 books and 50 DVDs to go before I can buy whatever I want and ... er ... :-(
Oh well, with everything going on, it's probably better this way. I'm getting into that horrible habit where I just don't look at my finances because I'm afraid of them. :-X This car titling and plus I have to fix my car CD to retrieve the library CD caught in there. (My hypothesis is the book in question, Darkly Dreaming Dexter, was hearing how much I hated it and destroyed my CD player in revenge.)
I'm cheerful despite all this. Since I learned that I was losing my apartment during the Days of Awe, I thought that may have meant another crappy year, but I woke up on Yom Kippur morning feeling calm ... I think I paid my time.
I still feel a little stupid talking about religion, especially this way. A part of me wants to ask myself, "Is this belief or superstition?" Especially as, the more I read the Bible the more I become convinced that it was written by flawed human beings with often ugly prejudices. Still, I feel a belief in God.
One thing I learned, though. I remember my Mom once told me that she didn't really like being too happy, as that made for a major fall, and it was better to stick to a medium. I don't believe that anymore. Total sadness is too hard (although not impossible) to crawl out of, that I'd rather enjoy the extremely happy parts of my life to the fullest.
Besides, as I get older, I'm finding there's a lot, lot more things in the world that make me sick (sexism, anti-Semetism, racism, homophobia, etc.). There's got to be some ways to handle them all without going insane.
YAY! Now that's only ... er, 70 books and 50 DVDs to go before I can buy whatever I want and ... er ... :-(
Oh well, with everything going on, it's probably better this way. I'm getting into that horrible habit where I just don't look at my finances because I'm afraid of them. :-X This car titling and plus I have to fix my car CD to retrieve the library CD caught in there. (My hypothesis is the book in question, Darkly Dreaming Dexter, was hearing how much I hated it and destroyed my CD player in revenge.)
I'm cheerful despite all this. Since I learned that I was losing my apartment during the Days of Awe, I thought that may have meant another crappy year, but I woke up on Yom Kippur morning feeling calm ... I think I paid my time.
I still feel a little stupid talking about religion, especially this way. A part of me wants to ask myself, "Is this belief or superstition?" Especially as, the more I read the Bible the more I become convinced that it was written by flawed human beings with often ugly prejudices. Still, I feel a belief in God.
One thing I learned, though. I remember my Mom once told me that she didn't really like being too happy, as that made for a major fall, and it was better to stick to a medium. I don't believe that anymore. Total sadness is too hard (although not impossible) to crawl out of, that I'd rather enjoy the extremely happy parts of my life to the fullest.
Besides, as I get older, I'm finding there's a lot, lot more things in the world that make me sick (sexism, anti-Semetism, racism, homophobia, etc.). There's got to be some ways to handle them all without going insane.