I am a people-person. As much as I hate people, I love them. They crush my heart and they grant me temporary happiness. I’ve had uncountable friends, and most of these have been uncount-on-able. Ironic, isn’t it?
God, however, is uncoutable in his knowledge, power, and love and– get this– I can always count on Him. Too bad I don’t always remember this. No, instead, I constantly remind myself about that one girl who assumed I was trying to demand something from her when I, instead, was thinking she’d lend a hand to a sister. Or those friends from college who never contact me, or that those girls who “stole” the girls who I considered my closest friends. (Yes, I realize that is completely junior high, but it hurts when a friend abandons you for someone else.) Then there’s the girl who could never get over the fact that I tried to do something that she wanted to do. What can I say? I didn’t even succeed– she did; but she still hated me for trying. These people don’t always hurt my feelings; sometimes, they go a step further and mess up something simple that was very important to me. I take great pleasure in the little things. Other people don’t respect that.
Then, I have to come back to Christ. I suck and so do other people. But Christ… He never fails. He’s never broken my heart and not repaired it; He’s never abandoned me for someone else. He’s always empowered me and made me feel as though I am important– as though I can do something. He is the ultimate friend. Why, then, do I assume others wil be as good of a friend as he will, then? Will I ever stop doing this? I just think people are basically good. What’s wrong with that? …besides the fact that I become downhearted when dissapointed…
A woman I work with has a different perspective on things; she is a pessimist. She thinks that you should never expect much out of anyone that way, in the rare instance that it comes true, you’re pleasently suprised and never let down.
I disagree with this; I choose to drink from a glass that is halfway full– not missing half of its contents. Call me an optmist, but I think there’s no other way to live a happy– sometimes broken — life. I choose a rollercoaster over a low-sitting plain. Life is more interesting this way.
Wow, these are random babblings.