I told you I’d write about it, so that’s what I’m doing.
Complacency scares me. I want to be passionate and on fire about a lot of things, but it is way too easy to become complacent. It’s easy concerning my spiritual life, my relationships, my school work, exercise, and much more. Excuses are way too easy, whether I’m giving my prof an excuse or I’m making up an excuse for myself. I’ve always admired people who are not complacent and truly care about things (as long as it’s not overbearing).
I have a big mouth and I’m scared that I will offend one of my friends accidentally. Sometimes I forget to think before I talk, and it gets a little iffy sometimes. Actually, I hardly ever think long enough before speaking.
Call me sheltered, lame, or snobby, but I am scared of drunk people. There, I said it. I’ve always been scared of them. They’re people too…what’s my problem?! Oh well, it’s true.
On days when I’m in a weird mood it scares me that no one very close to me has died. Sometimes I feel like it would only be fair if someone did. I mean, it happens to everyone, doesn’t it? I am very blessed.
It scares me how fast life can change and how much I take for granted. One aneurysm, seemingly out of the blue, can change your life and the lives of everyone around you. One slip-up in a relationship, one car accident, one time playing with fire, one internet search, one dream, one second guess…can all change your life for worse or better.
Things that gross me out.
Things that I love!
P.S. If prayer was a black dog and Haiti was a small child, I would hope it would look like this picture —->