It is very odd to watch a group of people grieving for someone you have never meet. I experienced this in church tonight. I like the idea of a church being a place where people can grieve and try to find God in the process. I think that’s part of why I like songs of lament.
I brought close really quickly today. Pants in about 5 minutes and shoes in about 3 minutes. How good am I?
Uni hasn’t even started yet and already there is a strike. On Monday there’s a strike so it looks like I am having a 1 day at Uni next week.
Is not as much fun in the rain.
I think I’m only going to do 3 subjects this semester. I want to be able to do some other things with my time. I have projects to work on that I am getting excited about. If they happen I’ll need all the free time I can get.
I don’t think that humans are capable of knowing or comprehending absolute truth. I think that the human mind lacks a common reference point that could be used for finding truth. Even if we found it I believe we would be unable to express it to anyone adequately. I reckon that God is the only one who can actually know absolute truth.
I came to these conclusions after thinking of truth and electric circuits. Weird I know but bear with me, first a quick intro to circuits. In a circuit you can measure a voltage between any two points, but if you don’t measure the voltage relative to ground you only get a relative reading on the voltage. Whereas if you measure between ground and any point you will get the absolute voltage. Also if you connect two circuits without a common ground you can’t measure the voltages between them accurately.
I got to thinking that in terms of truth God must be the ground. That God must be the reference point for truth and I think that it is a cool (okay maybe it’s a bit geeky but hey you are readying “one geek one blog”) way to think about truth and God.
I realised I have no idea how many computers I have fixed. I don’t even know how many people’s computers I have fixed. That could explain though how I can very easily count how many partners I’ve had, and how many times I have had sex.
Just went through and reread my entire blog. It was a bit of fun. It’s interesting to see how much my style has changed over the past 11 odd months. I love having this record of thoughts I’ve had and what I have been doing. The best thing is that it is fully search-able and totally legible.
My house and my room are too hot. I had to go upto Westfield today to get my shot of airconditioning for the day. Work is good too cause it’s airconditioned.
I am not looking forward to catching the train to Uni next month.
I am not a fan of teasing. I think I have a problem when it gets mean and the party who is being teased is not finding it amusing. I don’t have a problem with the way my current set of friends behave in this manner I was just reflecting.
Cue intense highly subjective non-linear probably dark and self indulgent writing.
When I was in high school I got teased for being mentally disabled because of the way I talked. I found it very hard to deal with when I knew I was just as or more intellegent then the people making the insults. I tried to win approval from people whom I should of just walked away from. I made friends with people who constantly made fun of me. I put up with crap from people who I could of easily bashed or simply walked away from. I had simplistic plans about how I could make myself more popular, date the most attractive girl in our year. When I was in a relationship I told people things they had no right to know. I ended the relationship with the one girl who’s loved me just so I could be tough. I sometimes even ridiculed those of lower status then me. I almost cried when walking home from the station every day. I planned revenge. I became cynical particularly of Christians. I started a low level war against popular people. I honed my wit.
Somewhere in the midst of all this strugle I was invited by my friend (who was a bit of a life line) into a church with a group of young people. This group was fair from perfect but had something I’d been missing. I think it was probably God, love and respect. It gave me a sense of worth. I realised that there were things I didn’t have to put up with.
One day at school one of my friends stole a medical certificate off me and was being a total dick. Anyway I ended up putting him in a choke hold and getting him to give it back. Which he did and I stopped being friends with that group of friends. On the way home others egged him on to fight me again and i again got him in a hold and then let him go. It was not an exciting match for the observers. I then moved to another group at school that was far more respectful of me.
Life got better from then on. My old friends never quite dealt with my ditching them and whilst we were at school they showed open hostility. I have been out of school for years now so that hasn’t been a problem. I don’t know why I am writing about all this stuff now. I think I just want a record before my memory gets any more dim about those years. I have been pretty good at forgetting them. But unfortunatly it’s a part of my journey and cause it’s not the sort of thing that’s easy to talk about I thought why not write.
And I am posting this cause I want to be either vulnerable or self-indulgent on this blog. Can you be both?
I went around to Mil’s to watch a DVD with her and Ryan. We ended us just sitting around talking it was good fun. We talked about some pretty deep stuff and some not so deep stuff (particulary after Tom and Howie arived.) I ended up staying there until about 1.30am, went to Magic Kebab with Tom and Howie and then home. Didn’t go to sleep until 4am once I got home. Mainly cause I watched a dvd for a while.
After a not very good day at work, and a long hot walk home I discovered I didn’t have my keys when I got home. My sister had borrowed them earlier in the day and neglected to give them back to me. My mother was shopping and doesn’t have a mobile, my Dad is in Perth and my sister was in the city. So I ended up waiting 45 odd minutes for my mother to get home from shopping.
Thankfully my bag of tricks contains a discman, cd’s a Bible and another book. So I was able to sit in read.
While I was waiting I even got a call from my least favorite clients but I couldn’t help them ’cause I couldn’t access a pc.
All in all today has not been good.
Had lunch in the food court today with the gang. It was good fun. Then went off with Tom to fatten up his computer. Then home to watch Finding Nemo. Been an alright day.
I came home early from work today ’cause I wasn’t feeling well. Ended up watching a lot of TV. I even watched Question Time on the ABC and some Meet The Press. The way MP’s act is very funny. They are such children, nit picking and calling out, it’s a wonder anything ever gets done. I must love the way Liberals as the party in power use most of their questions to give their front benches a chance to brag.
I am feeling a bit used cause I found out recently that someone got me to do them a favour under false pretences. Not very happy.