So Frustrated

This week has been incredibly unhelpful, and an ambiguous blog will patch things up. Maybe.

Basically, I'm annoyed because I got what I desperately wanted like 3 years ago, and it sucks. Discontent breeds discontent.

I actually got a lot that I wanted, and it's annoying because it either a) does not bring the type of satisfaction I convinced myself it could, or b)the things I wanted have all combined into one disastrous amalgamation where I am not objectively doing anything wrong, but the outcome is horrendous.

What's worse is that I don't fully get it.

And I'm annoyed that I'm even writing this in the vain effort that you'll see it and have some useful advice.

I'll probably delete this, since personal issues belong with friends or in therapy, not online.

But I might keep it as a reference point.

Excerpt: "Pit or Tunnel"

Whilst engaging in some therapeutic writing today, this line came out:

People love writers, I could show this to the right people, say ''It’s all hyperbole" then sit in the security their admiration affords me

It's not quite as punchy or sensible outside of it's context, but it's so freeing to write for oneself with no intention of ever showing an audience. I'm sure once I've gotten sleep and go and reread it I'll think myself a crazy person that should be medicated, but for now, I rather like what I've done.

Velvet Drops like Love Sex , Elvis Stars Wins God

Rob Bell. Blah blah heretic blah blah new book blah blah John Piper blah blah Mars Hill.

I finished Love Wins a few weeks ago, and I thought that it was high time I took my thoughts to the interwebs to give the American people a piece of my mind.

After reading four of his books (Drops Like Stars, Velvet Elvis, Sex God and aforementioned Love Wins) , I've realized that my subjective view of him fits in perfectly with an objective truth:

Rob Bell is a raging hypocrite.

No more, no less.

There's at least one or two 'almost' paragraphs in each book that talk about 'restoring creation' and being 'stewards to creation.'

Yet

he insists

on writing, not like a normal human being

(I can only imagine the way his keyboard at home must look).

I expect every key is normal sized, save for the enter key.

Because he seems to press it

every

other

word.

Except he seems like the type to use a Mac, so it's the Return key that takes a beating. Either way, it doesn't mesh with his whole Pro Nature rambles; if he loved Earth that much, he wouldn't waste paper by spacing his words out so much.

End of story.

End of conversation.

Lets not even argue this because my opinion is the only one that is correct.

So

Are you

Really going to allow him to

Continue with this

Absolutely vile

(Satanic possibly)

Message?

Let's drag him into the streets and beat him mercilessly to save trees.

(Also, in order to fully appreciate this post, (especially if you don't know me) you might need to alter your perspective a bit.)