I am a frail and desperate thing. Maybe we all are at times, but I can only speak for myself. I almost ended my life. I wanted to for a long time. I have a story to tell here. A very long story that doesn’t have an ending. Let's back up… We are walking along the road up the hill, a hike up Mount Davidson. There is tension between us. I’ve been talking to a friend who is seeing a married man. Per the friend, it is not going well. My relationship with this friend causes stress for my wife. As we walk, the tension comes to convalesce into a more concrete form. My relationship with this friend, the one who is a third in an imbalanced and to be short-lived triad, is a source of distrust and discord between us. My wife suspects I have feelings for her. These sorts of relationships that she does not know how to interpret have been an issue before. I have historically grown very close emotionally with women. This is something my wife does not understand. Her role models of relationshi
Listen here you heathens! I know the path! I have been shown the secrets! Let all doubt be stricken from your mind! Follow, for I give absolute truth! Proselytization: I have been one to proselytize on multiple occasions and subjects through my years. The subject and passion has changed and shifted over the course of my life. The saying is that every seven years you become a new person. To me this is evocative of a constant cycle of caterpillars, butterflies, caterpillars, butterflies, on and on. I think the truth is far more granular, gradual, and subtle than that statement implies. It is not always a fresh or clean start, it is bits coming and going piecemeal until nothing the same is left. Once, I called myself a Christian. Vigorously, fervently, with passion. I would not be spit from my Lord’s mouth for being lukewarm. ( Revelation 3:16 ) I would be the Jesus-freak. ( https://youtu.be/kbB0QrBIs9k ) I spent my youth in the church, I listened to