what is your favorite color?

"Blue... No, yellow! AHHH!!" Ohh Monty Python. As you can tell, I like to quote and reference things.

Anyway... Could you tell me what your favorite color is? What about your favorite song? Favorite food? Favorite word? Favorite person? How about favorite person to talk to? To hang out with? To think about? Favorite memory? Favorite thought to think?

I know I couldn't answer all of those.

That may or may not have anything to do with knowing oneself. But it bothers me. I complain about that too much. But do we ever really know everything about ourselves? Of course not. There's too much to know. So many subconcious things. So many little things. So many big things. But you know, we can try. How? By not trying. By living. I've realized that if you get too hung up on trying to figure out things about yourself, you're going to miss out on a lot. The best thing to do is live life and along the way you will find yourself while having fun. That is my plan for this summer.

Anyway, on to a different subject (sort of) since I cannot remember what else I was going to write...

I went to church today for the first time in a few weeks and honestly, I almost cried. The readings and homily were really good. My religion class teacher, MaryBeth, read a reading and I find it very ironic because she read at least my first blog post and agreed with my gender being a disguise thing. This is ironic because the reading she read went a little like this: "There is neither slave, nor freeman, nor male, nor female: We are all the same for we are all Children of God." (That is not a direct quote, therefore, I cannot reference it.) I totally one hundred percent completely agree (that wasn't necessary but oh well). God help all those who are shunned and discriminated against. "God help the outcast." (that's Esmerelda, Hunch Back Of Notre Dame) Then Father Rush started talking about when humans were first created, and how God had three angels review his "designs," the Angel of Truth, the Angel of Peace, and the Angel of Love. The Angel of Truth begged God not to create humans because they would be capable of lying and deciet and trickery, and said that there was no need for these creatures. The Angel of Peace begged God not to create humans because they would disrupt the harmony of His universe with their devious, twisted, and hateful ways, and said that there was no need for these creatures. The Angel of Love begged God to create these humans because (while they would have their faults) they would be capable of love. And filled with His love, they would spread love throughout the universe. There was great need for these creatures. And so we were created. In His likeness. To love and be loved. So spread the love, please. There is no need fo hate and dishonesty and all the bad things about humans. Some may disagree but whatever. You are entitled to your own opinion. I waver back and forth on the subject of humanity. I never know what to think of it. Most of the time, I'm very disappointed in the human race, for too many reasons. But it's things like that that give me hope for humanity. Maybe there is hope for this world after all. We'll see. And maybe I am making a difference, even if it is a small one. Who knows. So on that note, I leave you for the night. (I promise to try to post more often. I know I need it more for my mental health.)

From the Sea of Hopelessness and Hopefulness,
Calli