Based on acutal (and breathtakingly-stoopit) events

I went to Charleston. Had an undiluted good time. Came home. Tapped my statistically-insignificant Muscogee heritage and spent the 235th anniversary of my country's independence (significantly, and tragically, not from itself) explaining in a loud coprolalic voice that I done said I'm going to be in it to win it, but this-here just ain't going to work. And neither did my day-long presentation! Meh.

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I finished a book last night about Catholic Men's Theology/Spirituality which I had purchased from the Daughters of St. Paul on King Street. Combined with my experience of Love Wins, by Rob Bell, and the comment on my last post, I'm now fairly certain that my rebellious misspent youth really was a complete waste of time. In case you're contemplating a wackofrenic life-change, consider if it's primarily in response to stringy-headed slack-jawed botches of adulthood, put a cold rag on your forehead after doing some stress-eating, then lie down until the feeling passes. It's going to be fine--risking your mental and physical health is not worth informing an unreceptive audience.

God told me to tell you time's a-wasting.

Another tip or indicator that a self-assessment is overdue: if the phrase "I think Lesbian Separatism is the only answer to Hypocritichristianity" has even entered your mind YOU ARE IN PANIC MODE. Now would be better used buying a pair of Unfortunate Trousers, as opposed to, say, reaffirming your misanthropy with a glut of Fellatio with a side of Steamed Bunny.

Or in other words, if you can't believe in someone else's god--especially when they can't/don't seem to either--you're so free to go find your own. You're on your own regardless. I think God digs that whole truth thing, anyway--breathe and live deeply!