So sometimes I feel like I have to write a huge dissertation on some spiritual malady, or lecture on some big important topic.
But sometimes I can't think of anything to say.
Other times, I have small, random thoughts, but those usually go to my Facebook status update.
So I am sorry, dear blog, for forsaking you. As a peace offering: I submit the following conjecture:
I despise drama and its purveyors. As if life does not already contain enough turbulence and turmoil, there are those that seek to stir things up; that cannot leave well enough alone. They are those that feed the flames of gossip, and that ripple the water of tranquility. They can bend will, create trauma ex nihilo, and destroy true friendship. Drama will turn a good day into a bad day with one snide comment, one hidden tale, one cloaked question. And I am tired of fighting a losing battle trying to do good in this world.
I'm on a mission to love rightly. On a mission to preserve purity. On a mission to seek the kingdom of God and all His righteousness. And I will do ANYTHING to maintain the sanctity of this mission, even if it means losing friends.
We're in a war. Dramatists are the double-agents of this war. They pretend to care, but seek to spread destruction. I will avoid drama and its purveyors at all costs.
Either help me, or get out of my way.