to Judge: is to evaluate in order to
form an opinion/make a ruling
which means to Judge someone, is
not only in the act of condemning
but also in the act of being
convinced that someone “hates
you” or “harbor’s animosity”
we forget that everything we
perceive is filtered through what is
inside us.(to the pure all things are
pure)—example: you have had a
horrible, stressful day, as a result
everyone around looks like they
have some sort of hidden agenda.
things that wouldn’t normally
offend you, offend you. if the
person next to you doesn’t look
happy, you assume he’s mad @
you.—believe it or not this is a form
so what is the cure for this problem
we have? how do we stop
wrongfully judging the people
LOVE. LOVE thinks no evil of the
people around you. when you see a
brother or sister upset, you don’t
jump to the conclusion that “they
never liked you” or “hated you”
because if you love them, your
mind wont go there.
if you think the worst in someone,
they are not the problem. you are.
you have a Love deficiency.
I think i might love him.. And i sure i’m not supose to.. And that scares me.
my mother as lost her mind
i mention my mother lightly in a twitter post to explain why i had my phone taken away.. and she instantly believes i was trying to embarrass HER! like me being punished when i’m nearly an adult is HER fault..(and a WHOLE lot more embarrassing for HER than for ME) i never made it seem like i was innocent. i deserved what i got, but as soon as i mention her, she believes that i’m trying to make her look bad, bla bla bla. i can’t take this anymore.. i tried to explain myself, and it literally was like explaining myself 2 a mentally deranged person. this idea that i’m out to get her is insane. she claims she doesn’t know me anymore; I DON’T KNOW HER! how could you assume that me telling it like it is was somehow a way to put you on blast amazes me. the self centeredness of it all boggles my mind.
ugh!! get over yourself..
I’ve realized that i find a deep voice on a guy absolutely, utterly, and bone chillingly sexy
Why is it every time i have a dream about myself getting married its like like a horror flick where im being forced 2 marry against my will?
I think my sub conscious is trying to tell me something..
i’m like a paper airplane
Frail get sturdy
Flight can consume me
But its all based on chance
And even though you might see me soaring through the sky
Remember that i stil always have a crash landing
there’s always going to be a time when we need some support
the main reason that i can’t wrap my mind around seeing myself married, is not because i can’t see anyone loving me..
its me being able to truly love someone else, that confounds my mind