Are there really no Stupid Questions?

Briefly…..

I can be a bit of a grouch; I do know this about myself and need to work on it, but…

Yes world, there is a such thing as a stupid question. 

Anything which one has the capacity and opportunity to figure out for oneself but asks someone else instead = stupid question. 

Why are humans so lazy when it comes to thinking? Seriously, is it the school? The parents? The way we baby everyone now?

One final thought: Iā€™m going on a limb here and saying that whoever developed that saying was lazy and asked a lot of stupid questions. 

Much love, D

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What’s My Point

Hello there šŸ™‚

My name is D.

I am a follower of Jesus, a child of God, and I’m not very good at it sometimes. Maybe most of the time.

I just finished a mixture of Diet Mountain Lightning and watermelon vodka, so I love you right now.

I have another blog, which I’ve had for years now; I’ve found a need for an anonymous space though. Too many locals are familiar with my other one; I need a place to be myself ya know?

I have lots to talk about, but we can get to all that in time right?

I like to break apart my thoughts as I write; can you tell?

The first thing I’d like to tell you?

I have a long distance girlfriend who (whom? I can never tell) I’m genuinely starting to hope God will let me marry; I also have a porn addiction.

If she were here maybe it wouldn’t be a problem; we’re both pretty free and wild in the bedroom. But she isn’t, and I’m doing my best.

Not to mention the fact that I believe sex is a fantastic creation of God to be enjoyed by married people, but its hard not to do it anyway. AMIRITE?

I should’ve maybe waited to post the first time; this won’t be every time ok? I don’t drink a lot, and I stop at bit-tipsy if I do.

Anyway, the whole point of this blog is:

Jesus paid for all of me; some of us have spent so much time and energy hating and shaming ourselves (or the dark side at least), BUT He paid for that part too.

I’ve come to believe that we will never grow to be like Him by shaming and pushing our dark parts in a corner.

Maybe it’s time we looked in the mirror, were honest about how dark we can be, and embraced that part.

Not as in “nothing is wrong”.

As in: “I love you, and we’re going to figure out what’s up so you can get some healing going on up in here.”

Embrace the dark side