OnlQQker
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I've had the night to reflect on my soup.
When Alice the dog wandered into the church, we was late to the party, most people had finished there soup and an announcement was made that the cake stall was opening, as well as tea/coffee and everything else that seemed to shine out from an extremely large table.
For a moment or two I felt like Charlie out of Willy Wonka, I'd honestly never seen such a display in my life, and this was my cue to leave, if Alice had got a sense of what was coming next, she would of waddled out of there 50kg heavier.
I must admit, all of the churches I've ever been in have not given me bad energy, I've always kept myself to myself so can't comment on the people within, but most of them smile a lot. As a child and the odd occasion I've found myself in the church as an adult, I kind of zone out of the speeches, I see the person at the front of the church giving the speech, it's just I'm to fascinated with the detail of the church to pay any attention.
I kind of see life as the blind leading the blind, the amount of advice I have been given over the years certainly wouldn't be worth anything, no wonder it's free. The only advice I've ever given is to do what makes you feel right, what's good for you, not everybody else, I've seen umpteen amounts of people living there lives trying to make others happy.
I've always thought, what happens when the person trying to make everybody happy drops dead, who is going to make the person left behind happy then? Will the people left behind go out and look for other people to make them happy?
More than likely...
Then take life in general from the start, I was taught to walk and talk at lightening speed, well it felt like lightening speed because I was quite happy just laying there. On top of that I was fed constant words like mum/dad/nan/grandad etc, etc, and believe it or not my first words were caught on an old tape recorder. They were both swear words because nobody seemed to care that I was plonked in front of a TV with adult TV shows playing.
Then one day I suddenly found I could walk and talk, and the next thing I literally heard was to sit down and shut up!
It's no wonder I was confused as a kid, conflicting information all the time. But it's nobody's fault, it's just parenting instructions passed down the generations and has probably been going on since the end of the Stone Age. My daughters first words was 'Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis' because I refused to follow the instructions.
It's a funny old life really ,decisions are made based on past experiences, past experiences may have caused fear, and fear causes the internal feeling of being trapped...
Sorry, but I did mention I waffle in the first post!
When Alice the dog wandered into the church, we was late to the party, most people had finished there soup and an announcement was made that the cake stall was opening, as well as tea/coffee and everything else that seemed to shine out from an extremely large table.
For a moment or two I felt like Charlie out of Willy Wonka, I'd honestly never seen such a display in my life, and this was my cue to leave, if Alice had got a sense of what was coming next, she would of waddled out of there 50kg heavier.
I must admit, all of the churches I've ever been in have not given me bad energy, I've always kept myself to myself so can't comment on the people within, but most of them smile a lot. As a child and the odd occasion I've found myself in the church as an adult, I kind of zone out of the speeches, I see the person at the front of the church giving the speech, it's just I'm to fascinated with the detail of the church to pay any attention.
I kind of see life as the blind leading the blind, the amount of advice I have been given over the years certainly wouldn't be worth anything, no wonder it's free. The only advice I've ever given is to do what makes you feel right, what's good for you, not everybody else, I've seen umpteen amounts of people living there lives trying to make others happy.
I've always thought, what happens when the person trying to make everybody happy drops dead, who is going to make the person left behind happy then? Will the people left behind go out and look for other people to make them happy?
More than likely...
Then take life in general from the start, I was taught to walk and talk at lightening speed, well it felt like lightening speed because I was quite happy just laying there. On top of that I was fed constant words like mum/dad/nan/grandad etc, etc, and believe it or not my first words were caught on an old tape recorder. They were both swear words because nobody seemed to care that I was plonked in front of a TV with adult TV shows playing.
Then one day I suddenly found I could walk and talk, and the next thing I literally heard was to sit down and shut up!
It's no wonder I was confused as a kid, conflicting information all the time. But it's nobody's fault, it's just parenting instructions passed down the generations and has probably been going on since the end of the Stone Age. My daughters first words was 'Tempora mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis' because I refused to follow the instructions.
It's a funny old life really ,decisions are made based on past experiences, past experiences may have caused fear, and fear causes the internal feeling of being trapped...
Sorry, but I did mention I waffle in the first post!
