Friday, August 9, 2019

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do think that it would be way too much of a stretch for you to expect me to defend this repugnant creepy ex-boyfriend of Stephanie from the consequences of whatever happened, which was never really explained in technical detail, not that I would want to know more about that, who I really do not know at all, but since everybody is pretending that they were important people, and that Stephenie was not so full of herself and not much else, when actually they were both among the dumbest Dummies in Dummies class, mostly ignored by the smartest people so probably they were starving for attention, so everybody is now heaping upon them all of the public attention which they so much craved but actually in reality did nothing to deserve. Why can't everybody just get smart and dump this worthless Share card in the garbage?

Thursday, August 8, 2019

Which Reminds Me

Yes, speaking of church, probably in the last couple of months yes, I probably have had communion at least once. But of course we Protestants have a different idea of communion than do the Catholics, although this is not a time for studying the details of that, not being certain of whether you can tell the difference between a simile and a metaphor. The cannibals might get confused about that. And also women should probably just be silent about these matters. Needless to say.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, how well I remember that during the summer before my senior year of high school, when there was an AIM team of our church denomination who came from Arkansas for a week, how I served as a translator for door-to-door witnessing and that is how I came to lead various persons to the Lord. The team would introduce themselves using a script and from there I sometimes had to improvise a little bit the rest of the explanations and leading persons into the prayer of salvation, if they were open to that. So that was really quite an experience for me, actually doing that myself instead of only watching other people. The angels rejoice for even one sinner who repents, so I feel like I did my share of that.

Yes, you would think that I would have also been able to witness to certain vicious nasty people at high school, but no, they were not approachable, most of them were busy with their own climbing of the social ladder. Their heads were somewhere else and the timing wasn't right. Just look, for example, at the pagan trash Whitakers. You would think that I would have been able to witness to them, but no, it was impossible.

Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do remember having read the Pollyanna books that were in our little school library during childhood, and I do think that the point of Pollyanna is often wrongly understood and mangled in real life and popular culture. I well remember that the name of Pollyanna's husband was James, a name which because of that I always thought sounded so nice in a fictional setting, but which does not translate as well into reality. I do not have a husband named James or any other name for that matter. Also, nobody is fooled into imagining that that silly nitwit in any way resembles Pollyanna.

Yes, you were saying that I am not allowed to exercise the Pollyanna brand of positive thinking because you will be shoveling all the negativity that you can muster onto me, so that they can by contrarian ying-yang mechanism keep the Pollyanna positive advantage all to themselves.

Such a bummer!

And what would you know about Pollyanna, anyway? You were never in our library. You never read the books, only saw the title referenced somewhere. The name of Pollyanna is often thrown around without any thought of what that really means, but logic and pretty pictures alone cannot illuminate these spiritual things. Something else would be required.

Which Reminds Me

I really do not need this worthless "James" person for anything. I do not understand how they came up with that crackpot idea. In this next life, when I look in the mirror, I do not want to see his ugly face looking back at me, needless to say. Yuk! I don't get my stuff from the outer dregs.

Online he was boasting of having repented and turned to God after high school and tried to rearrange his life, which is all well and good. I am glad to hear that some church people tried to counsel him. We are not saying that we do not understand the forgiveness that is granted by Jesus to these sinners of blurry definition as well as those more well known.

However, on the other hand, I personally do not share his obsession with Stephanie and cannot be expected to care. She might have been his torrid high school love affair, but as for myself, having sat there in economics class and seen the obvious evidence of their fond affections for each other, I am in no way fooled by this latter charade. That was no concern of mine. I congratulate myself on avoiding these trashy people.

Spare me the drama.

They obviously need to work out their mental problems with professionally trained counselors, before trying to dazzle us with their wrong and garbled schemata so lacking in actual facts.

Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it does somewhat blur the picture, hearing a lot of chatter about how that little weasel James imagines himself related to me. Actually not.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember years ago how Pam loved to insult me by calling me "mousy" and other derogatory terms. And when was the last time that I bothered to try to talk to Pam? She was one of those annoyingly dull people of Michigan. Quite a few years actually. I really don't care if I never see those people again in this lifetime.