Humans need heroes. In ancient times, we invented myths involving great champions who defended good and battled evil. I guess that’s before the Greeks came along and invented myths of gods who just enjoyed drinking and fighting and fornicating, though.
For whatever reason, modern people think they’re above heroes. There’s no room for fun myths when science and logic must be king. Heck, people even debate these days whether they want their children to believe in Santa Claus. I still believe in Santa Claus, but that’s because I never progressed past a certain age.
However, our love of heroes still lingers, despite what our love of logic and reason may dictate. These days, though, we translate our idea of heroes into strictly fictional stories about superhumans. People with greater power than our own. The Dark Knight trilogy and the huge commercial success of The Avengers movie recently proved that we don’t really grow up when we get older, we just need our stories to be more unbelievable.
I am thankful, though, that in these dark times when we don’t believe in heroes, I have one in my very neighborhood keeping us all safe. I have an actual superhero, standing watch over the small area I call home.
I have a neighborhood superhero, and his name is Intersection Dog. Read More…
People are just the worst, am I right?
We live in a world with no middle ground. Republicans and Democrats SURELY agreed on stuff at some point in time. They had to, otherwise this country would never have been founded. These days, you can’t say anything political without thirty people disagreeing with you or unfollowing you. Sometimes in real life. They just stop hanging out with you.
Or in Canada. You guys aren’t exempt. I mean, at some point in time, everyone must have loved teachers. Otherwise, you guys wouldn’t have gotten it right and actually paid teachers well. Now, people are upset that teachers get paid well? It’s like ordering a ham sandwich and then getting upset it isn’t turkey. Sorry, bad analogy. It’s like ordering poutine and getting upset it’s not peameal bacon.
That was the best I could do, and I’m very sorry.
Because when Christians purposefully strive for community, especially in a city like Jackson, Mississippi, and gather together to worship God….well, this is what happens.
I was in the oh-so-typical existential Thursday mood last week, so I search around Facebook for a while in an attempt to discover what life was all about.
I wandered over to a friend’s profile (okay, so it was Amanda’s, if anyone is curious) and happened to notice something odd. No, it wasn’t the appearance of Stanton Martin. It was the person right above him.
2008 was a bit of a rough year for yours truly, with many trials and the stress of trying to figure out what would happen after finishing college. Of course, in the life of someone who isn’t even 21 years old, stubbing a toe could qualify for “Worst Day Ever” status.
But I knew things had hit rock bottom when social media banned me.
It’s still hard to talk about. Years have passed, but the pain is still there. There were months without any contact with other people (besides actual, real life contact with other people), and nobody should have to go through that.
But it’s about time that the story is told. Read More…
I don’t really like my birthday too much. Well, let me rephrase that. I like it. I don’t really put much emphasis on it, though. It’s not that I have anything against getting older or anything. It’s just that when it’s your birthday, people pay a LOT of attention to you. There’s a lot of text messages and Facebook wall posts and phone calls. To be quite honest, I don’t like that much attention.
Now, I could go off on a lengthy explanation of how that’s a weird thing because I run a blog that I actively try to promote and blah blah blah, but it’s true. I don’t really enjoy having attention drawn to myself. I just planned on having a stupid post about how celebrating birthdays is kind of weird and then if people wanted to draw conclusions about it, they could.
But then this happened.