I must admit... I secretly hope that some players get hurt during the football season. I just really want to win in Fantasy. Perhaps there is a deeper problem here.
I really like winning. I guess many people do, but mine is certainly to a fault. I just want to be the best albeit in Fantasy, Catan, or alligator wrestling. I demand recognition. Such things from which I need to repent.
Football players are people too. Those with whom I play Catan, I care about you. Alligators you're going down. Take that PETA.
To all those who have suffered my rudeness due to competition, I apologize. I'm working on it. I'm trying to let the Lord take this one. Please bear with me and poke me with a stick if my jerkiness reveals itself (I would much appreciate you not beat me with a stick... Thank you).
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
This is Tough
I have control issues. I want control of everything. Even as I write this, a friend of mine is having difficulty logging into the church system, and I decided that I could defeat the registration better than she could. I have problems. I'm learning in some pretty face-smashing ways that God is the only one who should have control. I mean... he already does. Just another area where I need to learn how to die. Dying... freaking sucks... So much harder than I ever thought it would be. But there's something so sweet about it.
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