Pick A Side

Pick a side

Lately, I’ve realized it’s become a problem—not that I have an opinion, no—but that I choose a side at all.

It isn’t popular to chose sides nowadays, did you know that?

Skinny Girls Have It Hard

Skinny Girls

I have a feeling you were brought here by the title of this post. In fact, the title of this post may have even warranted a scoff, or rolling of the eyes, or a little of both with some added lip fluppering.

Skinny girls have it hard? What a load of baloney. Skinny girls get the guys and high paying careers and clothes.

That’s what you might be thinking.

But not me. I’m here to tell it to you from a different angle.

Life’s [Boxes]

I wonder what comes to people’s minds when they hear the word “boxes.” Take out box? Moving box? Jack in the box? A refrigerator?

A lot of different things come to my mind, but there’s one in particular that’s been bugging me lately.

It doesn’t really have a name. I suppose we should give it one (although it’s such an annoying box, I want to be mean and not name it).

It’s the box of [Hey Little Kid What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?] and [What’s Your Favorite Subject In School Because That Will Determine Your Future].

The box of [Expectations]? Let’s call it the box of [Future].

Glass Houses

Glass houses is from a famous idiom, “people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.”

We’ll be ignoring the fact that, yes, throwing a stone at a glass house does sound deliciously thrilling, but I do not promote vandalism.

Glass houses.

Imagine a place where any creature, big or small, could look at you and see all of you; your past, your mistakes, your struggles, your secrets, and your lies. And a place where you could see into everyone else’s dark place.

At church, our pastor did something so bluntly intelligent that I can’t believe I was shocked. He named the date. “Today is October 5th, 2014. Everyone think back to last year, October 5th, 2013. If you’ve had a problem since then, I want you to raise your hand.”

It was stupid of me to look around and be surprised that every church member in attendance had a hand in the air. But this is the way we are.