I have no idea where this is going, so don't expect much.
I've been in a really odd mood the past week. Every time I sit down to write, my mind begins to wander all over the place, to the point where I just give up. Maybe I've just got too many things going on in my head, I'm not sure.
There have been many discussions of a spiritual nature at work. Bubbles has weird dreams and is convinced there's a little girl's soul wandering around her house. After working by her side for a couple of months now, I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure that it's mostly her imagination. She wants to hear or see something so bad that she blames everything that's the least bit out of the ordinary on the supernatural. I'm not one to go poo-pooing anyones beliefs, Lord knows I've encountered more than a few people who think I'm the biggest whackjob south of the Mason-Dixon, but lost souls wandering the earth just isn't my thing. I'm not saying they're not there, I mean, who am I to say one way or another, it's just not something I've given much thought. I guess Bubbles has misinterpreted my mention of signs, dreams and meditation to mean that I'm sitting around having seances at night and talking to a Quiji board. On more than one occasion she's asked me to come to her house and see if I can find out who this little girl is and what she wants. I've tried to explain to her, as delicately as possible, that I don't do that sort of thing, but she won't let it go.
Another of the ladies at work, let's call her Rose, somehow went from being raised Pentecostal, to an extreme New Age sort of thing. She's obsessed with evil. Every shadow in every photo she takes, she's convinced is an evil being, out to get her. She's told me that her son, who seems a bit off, apparently drinks quite a lot and has violent tendencies, is some sort of spiritual warrior who's thoughts are haunted by the demons he battles in his sleep at night. She wasn't like this when I met her, she began attending a different church a couple of years ago and just seems to keep getting deeper and deeper into stuff that seems a little off the wall.
There was a time, somewhere along the way, when Rose and I could see eye to eye on the ways of the universe. I had read and absorbed theories and texts of every belief system I could find and was working my way back to where I am now. Rose, on the other hand, was just beginning to explore things and during a small window of time, we shared similar beliefs. Now, the person I couldn't wait to sit down and discuss this stuff with, is the one person I can't bear to engage in conversation. We had a mutual respect for each other's opinions at one time, but now it's her way or the highway, and I just can't handle that.
I believe that everything happens for a reason, that we're meant to learn from our experiences and that people, things and circumstances are placed in our path for a purpose. This clashes with Rose's belief that we "speak it into being." For instance, when I was in Vegas and something that I had no control over occurred, which I'd known all along would, she said, "That's because you believed it would. You brought it on yourself."
To which I responded, "No, that's what was meant to happen, everything happens for a reason." This lead to a heated debate on my cellphone from the casino floor where I'm sure passers by thought I was toasted out of my mind on tequilla.
I'm sure that by now the few readers who weren't completely convinced that I was off my rocker, now are and that's okay. I've rambled on long enough, it's time to start winding down and get ready for bed.
Later Taters :)
3 comments:
y'know, I just love it when you ramble - it is one of the times that posting lets your readers really see whoat goes through your mind - it is not so much for entertainment as it is the sharing of who you are - and I read every word!
No offense to Rose, but I can't help but giggle at the concept of Evil hiding in her photographs. I should think Evil has better things to do than hang around in somebody's pictures. Not necessarily better in MY opinion, but still.
Thanks loner :)
Tori: If I were as obsessed with "evil" as she is, I'd be as nervous as a cat 24/7.
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