I picture my life as a rock climbing wall. It can get very strenuous, but then, a perfect handhold is placed right in front of me that I can brace myself on for just a little while. Until I have to keep moving forward again. That doesn’t really make sense but in my head it does.
You know your family is disfunctional when your mom changes her pants in the church parking lot.
Not celebrating cinco de mayo tonight because:
-I have a C in Spanish
-Mexican food makes my stomach hurt
I’m a horrible person :(
You are just blinded by the attention
Today marks a very special day in history.
I listened to a b.o.b. song and actually liked it.
My dog is currently taking up all the room on my bed and I can’t sleep.
And that’s the end of my story I guess.
If I was asked to sum up this weekend with one word I would reply “impossible.”
Helping people is wonderful, I agree, and the power of the Internet is monumental, we have all now seen buuut..
I feel like this situation is literally like the poisonwood bible. We can’t involve ourselves in Africa without causing problems, unfortunately. We don’t understand the culture or both sides of this endless and incredibly complicated conflict.