Sometimes, I just don’t get life.
Sometimes, I just don’t get why I get so frustrated over petty things. And, at the same time, I sometimes don’t get how people get frustrated over me.
I don’t get how one can be irritated with someone who is only trying to help a loved one.
I sometimes don’t understand why people get so frustrated over things, whether it be love, or school work, or friendships, or whatever your fancy, and, yet, put on a facade to the world that says, “I’m okay… there’s nothing wrong with me today.”
I don’t understand why getting drunk is equivalent to having a good time.
Sometimes, I don’t understand how one can be so blind as to not see something that is right in front of them, even it’s been there for years.
And I don’t understand how taking time, and showing compassion, can lead to irritation and annoyance among others.
Yet, and here’s the paradox: yet, it is through all of this frustration, emotion, and misunderstanding, that I realize, and understand, that it really doesn’t matter.
So forgive me, my collegiate friends, for being overbearingly caring from time to time; it is only my nature that I wish to help, and wish to care, and wish to serve you, the ones who I have grown so close to over the last eight months.
It doesn’t matter if someone is so sick from alcohol that they’re throwing up, because I know that you will do the right thing and take care of them, in their time of need.
It doesn’t matter if people don’t seem to realize what others have done for them, because, sooner or later, they’ll get it, even if it might be too late.
It doesn’t matter if I cross the line a bit and am overbearing on someone or something, because that’s my nature, and that’s a flaw in my character. My image and character is, and will always be, under construction; please forgive me while I fix it.
And it doesn’t matter that I worry so much about others. I really shouldn’t be worrying in the first place; worrying never got anyone anywhere. At the very least, I should be confident in you, my friends, to do the right things, all the time. And if that is the case, what is there to be concerned about?
The last twelve hours have been a roller coaster of emotions. I need not, at this critical moment, get caught up in petty drama between friends that will stress me out any more than I need to be.
I need to talk, not to anyone in particular, but to the Father.
–jl–
