A Monday Night Moment

“Armed

Just now happened across this meme while searching for something entirely different, my usual mode for finding things. Memes like these are unsightly- the text is crawling off the right side and is all unduly outlined and blocky. Even so, made me laugh. I read it and thought, “What hairy arm?” followed immediately by “How’d that cat get a box seat?” Only then did I see the arm. To my credit (ish), I first viewed it in tiny Google image search mode.

Flipped on the tv for the first time in ages as well (I’ve been in a world of movies and binged programs), and it looks like Freddy vs. Jason is concluding. Rather timely, as I’ve watched Never Sleep Again: The Elm Street Legacy recently, and felt like a whole chunk of teendom (or maybe “teendumb”?) came forth from the depths of a memory in need of a good jolt from time to time. ♦

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“Out

This spotless lady landed on me and remained for the longest time. A bright moment, thankfully, among many, in the frustration of late.

A current need, not want- people that fill their hearts and minds with a balance of all things good. Introspection and then self improvement, rather than a diet of what passes for news and the inactivity it breeds. Please. Most don’t need to be informed of every new audacity- that’s for those taking action against it, of which repetitive posting and commenting (oh, the commenting), the likes of which cause a harpy to seem kind, are not a part.

I’m too lazy and comfortable currently, I long for that magnetic force once found in others that helps drive me to better myself consistently. Iron sharpening iron, a light to spark the dark. Encouragement.

To encounter those hungering for Godly spiritual depth, for wisdom brought through humility, not surface knowledge gleaned for the ego, those feeding their minds rather than just filling them.

Those holding themselves accountable to a moral standard, rather than standing in condemning judgment of others, when the wrong in their own behavior glares just as harshly.

Those sharing about their lives and experiences, their memories, troubles, hopes and dreams. Things relatable and intriguing and compelling. The risk of vulnerability and the ability to talk of emotion is courageous and irresistible.

Humans. I used to know some. ♦

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