love thy neighbour…
This is one of those mantras some Christians like myself just have to keep repeating over and over again in their heads when encountered with some of the shit that I have to put up with. And, in all honesty, I do my best to be a tolerant person. My mother will be the first (trust me, she will be) to tell you I’m not the world’s most tolerant person (lol - shush mum!), but I do try. I try to be up front with people and bring issues up with them face to face, and I try to not be judgemental.
For example, the ‘Sherida-gate’ that has just passed, is something that pisses me off. I get crap from two people who - in all reality - I lose respect for day after day, speaking on an issue that they know very little about. I was told to ‘bring it up with her face to face’ (josh paraphras-ism) and not on my blog.
WELL WHAT DO YOU THINK I DID YOU IDIOTS!?
In fact, I can point out two or three precise times when I had brought it up with her. That was how I felt comfortable saying such a thing on my blog, as it was already out there in public space between her and myself. But noooo, there are some who just feel genetically predisposed to take the apparent moral high ground and tell someone off.
But, I leave it… I apologize to Sherida, and I thank those who ‘corrected’ me - though I have already had several people say I shouldn’t have. I attempt to be tolerant, to be graceful.
However, what happens then? They go around and rob themselves of any credibility they had in the first place which, I might add, was little to begin with.
Walking in to church tonight with my stunningly gorgeous girlfriend, who was dressed as if she had just walked off a catwalk (and, for my own ego, I chose the outfit! How good am I!). Topping off her outfit was a lovely black Beret from Dangerfield at Chadstone. The first comment she get’s from someone at church?
“Your wearing a Beret… what more can I say?”
The comment was laced with so much sarcasm and derisiveness that you could almost have illuminated Mitcham with it. And this coming from someone who can barely manage to walk out of the house without looking like a slob! All one would have had to do was listen to the following three comments on her outfit to know that I was not the only one who thought she looked stunning (not to mention the 3 sales assistants). But no - in an attempt to follow suit with past trends, this poor excuse for a male role-model decided to make a fashion comment. A FASHION COMMENT!?
The other lackwit who I have come to lose more and more respect for apparently decided that he was the perfect person to give advice to Rachel about her new boyfriend; me! Apparently I am not to be trusted, and Rachel was a disappointment in her choice. In addition, she could apparently do better!
Now, the obvious aside (I mean, seriously, who’s better than me?), what right did he have for making these comments? The fact he was invading in a girls smallgroup put to the side for a moment, I have to ask, why do you think you can even comment on me at all? Your so wrapped up in yourself and your own neuroses that you’d hardly have time to see the time of day, let alone character traits of someone other than yourself.
Now, for the sake of anonymity (a measure of it at least), I am not revealing the names of these two indivuals. You both know who you are, and you both know that I have not relayed anything out of context. So for goodness sake, grow up and try and consider someone other than yourselves for a change; say, God?!
*phew*
Now that my ranting for the day has been put behind me, check out these awesome gloves I got from Dangerfield!
They are so totally awesome! Fingerless, mitten, fingerless, mitten, fingerless, mitten!
Well, that’s enough for me tonight, I’m off to talk to Rach! TTY’s later!
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Comments
That’s a long complaint Josh! As I said last night, you and Rach both looked like you had stepped out of a magazine but Rach usually looks pretty gorgeous anyway! So why complain when you know the truth anyway, is it worth a friendship just to say what you feel? (Sorry, don’t really know the full situation, just putting in my two cents) See you later :)
Only two things I can think of to say:
1. You’re girl always looks stunning.
2. No matter how hard you try, you’ll never look as good as her! Mittens or otherwise…
hehe.
Now get back to living life and stop complaining. Pastor says. ;)
love the mittens. :-D
Not so keen on the diatribe … but … I’m sorry that you’ve both had those comments.
You do know my email address? :-D
I shall remain nameless…
Ding…