The Art of Not Blogging: A Rant Anthology

I used to blog frequently. Every day, even. And then I cut back. Not intentionally, but it happened. Life happened. I got caught up in “writing for money” by day and “hanging out with boy” by night and neglected to wax poetic about life here. For those of you who check in frequently, I am going to try to remedy this.

I will write again. More than just weekly “YouTube Tuesday” postings.

See, I still think things. I just don’t write them down. Beth transcribes some of what I’m thinking, but it’s out of context and hardly insightful.

Things I’ve been meaning to blog about:

Christians make me sad.

I’m a Christian. It’s not a secret. And I hope it’s sort of obvious, and not for horrible reasons. But recent comments by certain outspoken individuals claiming to know Jesus are making me want to projectile-vomit on their sanctimonious prayer journals.

1. Just because Stephen Hawking concluded that the universe doesn’t need God to exist doesn’t mean that those of us who believe in a creator have permission to attack Hawking. At all. In fact, it’s the exact opposite. If you’re offended and angry, LOVE the man. That’s your ONLY option, folks. But I’m not offended. Or angry. And I agree with Jason Boyett 150%.

2. Just because Christopher Hitchens doesn’t believe in God and now has cancer doesn’t mean we get to send him “Have fun in hell” emails. Just sayin’.

All too often, Christians suck at the business of love.

Chris Brown is not invited to my wedding.

I don’t care if “Forever” is sweet and catchy. Domestic violence is not my style. And I’m not sure why people still get all mushy over his stuff.

Dude, don’t touch me. Ever. Not even in a figurative, musical way.

And while I love Braveheart, Mel Gibson won’t be invited to my wedding either.

(You don’t have to) prove yourself.

Thanks to hours of girl talk and the slew of broken relationships around me, I’ve noticed something sort of disturbing. There’s this expectation that men will disappoint. That they will misrepresent themselves. That they will fail us. Realistically, they probably will, as we all fail and disappoint each other. We’re human. That’s what we do. (But then we forgive and grow and discover what it is to fight for each other not with each other. Right? Right?)

Yes, have standards. Yes, be a little picky. Keep a concise non-negotiable list, even. But let’s cut out the cynicism.

We’re silently demanding that men prove themselves super-worthy and pitch us a “101 reasons why I’m good enough to date, love and marry you” package. Which means we’re also silently assigning ourselves spots on pedestals; men must rise up to meet us on our shiny platforms of maybe-one-day love.

I don’t really know what I’m trying to say, except that approaching a relationship with a “guilty until proven innocent” mindset is only going to ruin opportunities to really get to know a person. If he doesn’t feel like he can be himself, of course he’ll misrepresent himself. Vicious cycle.

Girls, let’s not treat men like they suck. Okay? ‘Cause most of them don’t.

(And we’re not always “all that” either. Spoiler alert.)

End rant(s).