Wait, did you just ask what the hell is wrong with *ME*?!
OK, lemme get this straight.
You glue your fat butt to the couch and watch TV for hours on end.
You look forward to the weekends to waste them away socializing, watching movies, shopping, and what not.
You surf the web, spending countless hours of your life on YouTube, BBC, and your stupid blog.
You associate with heathens who are engrossed in this world as much as your sorry self.
And you call me a joke?!
You talk endlessly as if your tongue will dry up in the absence of your constant blabber.
You laugh incessantly as if your teeth will cease to exist if not fully displayed.
You eat obsessively as if your stomach will shrivel unless kept constantly full.
You sleep passionately as if your bed will disown you for leaving it in the night.
And then you censure me for feeling distant from my Creator, coldness towards His Word, and heaviness in prayer?
Yeah, and *I'm* the ignoramus.
I am merely a reflection of your actions, your thoughts, your senses, and your environment.
Only a fool would blame a spoiled child whose father has consistently caved into his every juvenile outburst with nary a disciplinary action. Sure, I admit I'm that spoiled child, but guess who's that foolish father? (hint: it rhymes with the letter U)
When did you ever once discipline me?
When did you ever muzzle my cravings?
When did you ever throttle my insatiable appetite?
For my entire life, you have set me up for failure and now you dare reproach me?!
Sheesh. What a friggin' loser.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008