| | So, as I was checking Myspace, I saw that one of my favorite bands, "Augustana" had a Twitter account. I added them to my friends' list there, but it seems that they really are not paying particular attention (Yeah, right. Who am I kidding? They'd pay attention to me?!) to my awesome, but original comments. And just then, I saw that they had advertised themselves having a Twitter account.
The brutal truth # 1: I hate Twitter. The fact that I promised myself never to make one is killing me.
The brutal truth # 2: I made a Twitter account not because I wanted to follow Augustana.
The brutal truth # 3: I made a Twitter account because I wanted to talk to somebody. He has been evading me and I simply cannot bear this unbearable sadness anymore. I hate it when you are aware that somebody sort of "hates" you. It's not that I can really do anything about it, but I'm a stubborn cat. It's either I will find a way or make one. That's part of being such an idealist. Dang it! It is my curse at times. I hate that I am still affected by what some people did to me a month ago, and what irritates me the most is that they claim to be lovers of Christ.
I hate it when people claim to be following Christ's ways and they practically ignore the hurting person right in front of them! Hypocrites!
They're cowards too.
Do you even know what it is like to hug children with scabies on their skin, or to hug people when you know they have this contagious disease? Do you even know what it is like to cry knowing that I am much better off than other people and there are even people who don't have slippers on their feet?
I have done those things. I hurt when they are hurt. I try to love when they try to hate. I try to be a friend when they try to be a foe....
And what has this gotten me? Nothing. I was not worthy in their eyes. This particular family. And to think that we were once friends. And yes, we had conversations, we shared secrets and we laughed.
The pain is gone now. In fact, all pain from what they have done is gone. But the aftermath of it is, I still feel sad over what happened and it doesn't help that I encounter a lot of things that reminds me of them.
Though the best thing is to accept that they are mean and that they don't even deserve to be my friends anymore, that damn curse (idealistic nature) in me is encouraging me to try again. Just to talk.
For I believe in this, "People need loving the most who they deserve it the least."
Each time you laugh,
someone in the world is crying.
Each time you wake up,
someone in the world is dying.
So, what are you going to do about it?
Love. Love and love until it hurts no more...that's the only best possible way.
(For those of you who wish to understand that curse I was telling you about - Click Here and scroll down to the "Characteristics" part)
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| | Posted 7/10/2009 6:21 PM - 33 Views - 12 eProps - 6 comments
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