I vote for “b”:
I went to an all girls, Catholic high school, where our detentions were called JUGS (Justice Under God – true story).
So many people bounce among the faith traditions these days. Here’s one path:
I was a practicing Buddhist from 1994- 2007. I fully converted. I had a horrible experience with church and Christianity in college and just completely renounced my faith and walked away. It wasn’t until 2007 when I walked into my present church, through a random series of coincidences, or devine intervention, that I thought there was any Christian church anywhere that actually matched with my beliefs. Finding my current spiritual home is one of the best things that ever happened to me. However, I do still incorporate numerous Buddhist practices and beliefs in my day to day life.
This Thing raises an interesting issue:
If I could do anything, I would love to adopt internationally. Yes, I know the shpiel about adopting domestically, and that’s wonderful and all, but with international orphans, one’s life literally hangs on the brink. Adoption may be the very thing separating that child from life or death. I pray everyday that one day we will adopt one of our children internationally. After all, we are all orphans in Christ, and He has so graciously loved us and become our Father (James 1:27).
Why would this person think it was a smart thing to put this out on these here Internets?
I believe I’M ALWAYS RIGHT, proud of myself and still insecure about many things, short tempered, very straight forward and foolish (that’s why I have only few countable friends and uncountable foes), extremely egocentric, not professional at all, perfectionist, frugal, fall in love so easily with things/persons if I really like, can do ANYTHING (including killing and dying!) for the person I love, live everyday with so much hatred for the persons I hate (it intoxicates me, I’m learning to detoxicate myself with meditation!), lately learned that failure is the pillar of success and I have many hidden talents which are yet to be discovered! Summing up all these and more it gives me a kind of staggering pleasure to consider myself as Mentally Sick!
Apparently so:
I am terrified/grossed out by wet paper. Ridiculous I know, but it just grosses me out! No, I’m not talking about paper towels or toilet paper, just wet writing paper/receipts/things of that nature.
I’ve eaten venison but never road-kill venison:
I once I killed a deer in my car. Of the 6 people in my immediate family, there is no one that hasn’t been involved in killing a deer in some way. I have eaten much deer meat.
This one took me back to my college days. My first girlfriend could crack just about every joint in her body. I was sufficiently smitten that I found it attractive. Anyway:
I crack a lot. And by crack I mean my joints. My knuckles, my wrists, my elbows, my neck, my back, my toes, my ankles, my knees… you get the idea. A lot of times it’s not even on purpose- it just happens when I stand up or move. Sign I’m getting older, I suppose. But my knuckles cracking is all me- yes, I’m that annoying one making all that racket with her fingers. I imagine my old co-workers were glad when I quit. ha
Probably likes to spin some 45s, too:
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