Life has been a bit strange the past couple months: Graduation, Girls, Employment, Future, etc., etc. I can’t really explain all that’s going on, but I learned in a counseling class once about “stress points.” When you have high stress points, you have a higher chance of slipping into depression or some sort of psychological ailment. I told one friend, “I think where I’m at is not a point of trust or “out of God’s will”, but rather a point of impatience. I’m tired of living like a college kid. I’m tired of living with boys. I’m tired of being insignificant. I gave the last 8 years because I believe God has a purpose and now for what? Where is it? I’m being shortsighted. I’m being impatient. I’m complaining. I’m dissatisfied and discontent. It’s immature and is teaching me who I really am deep down inside which is saddening, to say the least.” My other friend whom I have been talking to responded to my remark: “Dude…we are broken people, living in a broken world. We believe in a benevo...
logorrhea representing a life once lived as evangelical trying to come to terms with something called reality