(Alright Cogs is a crazy motha, but that made me laugh :)
that's mutha bond. Can't you get anything right?
Coggins7 wrote:BC, do you wear the one piece or two piece garmies?
I don't know about bc, but I like to sleep in full scuba gear, with mask and flippers.
moksha wrote:Coggins7 wrote:
I don't know about bc, but I like to sleep in full scuba gear, with mask and flippers.
You too? What about Ovaltine before sack time?
Coggins7 wrote:I stopped and looked up into the waning evening sky, as I raised a clinched fist over my head. I muttered, "F*** YOU GOD! F*** YOU FOR making me feel this way. Ya wanna prove yourself? KILL ME NOW GOD DAMN YOU!!!"
B&L are like teenagers raging at their parents for grounding them after that party they got caught at over the weekend.
Indeed, this impotent rage at God reminds me quite clearly of Ed Decker, with all that implies.
Coggins7 wrote: Impotent, mindless rage at God of this kind, and I have been there as a part of my experience with addiction, has little to do with God and everything in the world to do with what is inside oneself. The problem, of course, is the courage and maturity to take responsibility for one's one life circumstances, attitudes, and perceptions, and seek change in a constructive manner. (Emphasis added)
I'd put fifty bucks up-front that you are wrong about your assesment.
I think it is very healthy and refreshing to repeat those F***ing laments at least once a week
to remind yourself that "You" are actually in charge of your life, there is no greater
power to dominate "your emotional intelligence". But yourself.
Boaz & Lidia wrote:I was walking out to my truck at work a few days after the papyrus artillery round struck and exploded deep in my piling up mountain of doubt.
This of course caused an avalanche of truth and thereby reduced my faith in LDS to a settling mass of many things out of place.
I had spent several days in wandering wonderment and at times a wave of fear would waft over me due to my so called apostasy.
This same fear began to creep up as I walked into the darkening evening towards my truck.
I thought it was completely ridiculous that I was in fear. "OVER WHAT!!!???", I blurted out into the empty silent parking lot.
I stopped and looked up into the waning evening sky, as I raised a clinched fist over my head. I muttered, "F*** YOU GOD! F*** YOU FOR making me feel this way. Ya wanna prove yourself? KILL ME NOW GOD DAMN YOU!!!"
That was nearly four years ago.
I don't know about bc, but I like to sleep in full scuba gear, with mask and flippers.