Well, I had a bad day. My dog woke me up at five this morning because he decided that he needed to do his business two hours earlier than his normal time. In fact, he was so incessant that I didn’t even have time to get the second shoe on before he was dragging me out the door. And, of course, my one bare foot happened to step into fresh bat guts that my cat left strewn over the driveway sometime in the night (thanks a lot Missy, I love you too). At breakfast I found that someone had eaten all the cereal and left the empty box out (which I figured out after shaking the box over my bowl for a good ten minutes, trying not to curse when nothing came out. Yeah, I’m not a morning person).
The day progressively got worse, dropping my 600 page textbook on my injured toe, my RPG game crashing while I set a personal kills record, getting stuck in the middle of a fight between my father and sister, someone stealing the awesome piece of cake I had been saving for two days, all the candy spilling out of the bag and rolling down the driveway into the street, dropping the full two galloon milk jug only to have it burst on the kitchen floor and get everywhere. And to top it all off, I slipped in the bathtub and hit my head.
Well, since there’s supposed to be a point to rants: don’t you hate when you have bad days? I know I do, but the thing that I really hate is when I get cookie-cutter Christian answers from my friends. I know I’m supposed to cast all of my cares on Him, but I don’t want you to quote a Bible verse back at me. I want you to curse the evil dog for waking up early, to curse the cat for leaving the bat in the driveway, to sympathize with slipping in the tub or having my food eaten, dang, even laugh at what a bloody (that’s right, I will occasionally swear in British, bet you didn’t see that coming!) idiot I’m being for letting a bad day get to me.
I appreciate the fact that you have a Christian answer to give me, I just want something a little less stereotypical. I’m an odd girl, I require odd solutions.
Anyways, when I’m calmed down enough, then you can give me a Bible verse to go look up to help me next situation, but I really don’t appreciate telling you all about my day only to have a Bible verse quoted back at me. Seriously, if I wanted a simple Bible verse, then I would have gone and told the story to the open Bible on my desk. Which, in hindsight, I probably should have thought of sometime during my no good, ill luck, rotten day.
But hey, my lesson is learned: next time I’m telling the story to Arthur (the sarcastic, cynical voice in my head that, for some odd reason, is British).
This made sense to someone, right?
Typically I feel exactly the same way. God put other human beings here on earth for sympathy too.
ReplyDeleteIt's the dog's fault. Whenever I get woken up for any reason, and consequently have a bad day, I blame it on the waker. It makes life easier to have someone to blame along with someone to rely on. Plus (if you're anything like me), you can never stay mad at your dog for long.