Sometimes I wonder if christians are addicted to suffering. If they're not in pain or anguish, sometimes it's like they really desire to be in pain or anguish. Like the more you suffer, the more blessed (special) you are. When I was a fundy, it was like there was a competition going to see who was suffering the most. I used to feel as though I was missing out because I had nothing to complain about, nothing to go and get healing for, no reason to really be prayed for.
And if I was sufferring from health problems, it was like there was a special place on a special list for each- like suffering had a value added to it. Although, no one ever wanted to know about my period problems at church, for some reason. I guess "women's problems" just don't count lol.
You really make me laugh sometimes - must be the 'kindred' spirit thing or whatever. This time it's about you beginning by 'wondering' if they're addicted to suffering but then you go on and actually answer the question with example after example. Now, if you go and kick the shit out of a kangaroo I'll REALLY be impressed at least with the suffering the vicious beast will inflict on you. ROFL
Thanks..
I actually DO have a story about a kangaroo, if you don't mind me going off topic for a second.
It was back when I was 14. I'd spent the first twelve years of my life living in the city, before my biological family and I moved to the country. I'd left home just before my 14th birthday, and was living in a long-term youth refuge. One weekend, us kids and a couple of the refuge workers went camping in a nearby state forest.
Now, you've got to remember that not only had I never been camping before, as a former city kid, but I was also incredibly gullible, so when they'd told me I'd be getting a cabin, hot shower, and a flushing toilet, I believed them. Instead, what I got was a two-man tent, a creek, and a single toilet cubicle, made of wood, that, while it had a toilet seat, was nothing more than a hole in the ground. All excrement just fell into this massive pit, so it not only stunk, but was rather warm in there, if you get what I mean.
Anyway, after I got over these shocks (which, actually, I didn't get over, I just bitched about a lot), the first night I discovered that I got quite claustrophobic in a two-man tent. I couldn't sleep. One of the other kids was a chronic insomniac, so we stayed up talking until the early hours, him lying on top of a wooden table, and I on one of the benches.
Anyway, we're lying there, talking about shit, and off in the distance we hear this
thud-thud-thud. We both sat up, because the thudding was getting closer and louder, and we looked at each other and said, "what the hell is that?!" Just then this massive seven-foot kangaroo hops past us, and into the toilet cubicle. I shit you not. It was massive- its tail poked out from the gap underneath the cubicle walls. No-one had thought to close the damn door, and it looked like the kanga was quite used to spending its nights in the shelter and warmth of the toilet cubicle.
Anyway, we just laughed about it and settled back down to talking again. Except after a while, I really needed to piss. And there was a seven-foot kanga in the toilet.
Not knowing what to do, at 4:30am in the morning I went over to the tent of one of the youth workers, and said stood outside, saying, "oy! Oy!" and I hear this, "what?!" And I said to him, "there's a kangaroo in the toilet, and I need to go! What do I do?!" I got told, rather grumpily, to go bang on the walls of the cubicle. So me and the other kid looked at each other, and went, "alright".
We walked over to the cubicle, and banged on the walls. Nup. Nothing. Kanga wasn't moving. So we went back to the worker's tent, and once more I stood there, going, "oy! Oy!" And I hear this, "what now?!" And I said to him, "the kangaroo's still in there!" So this time, even more annoyed, I was told to offer it some bread.
Now, you've got to remember that I was a gullible city kid, and as for the other kid, well, I don't know what his excuse was, but seeing as this dude was an experienced camper, and qualified rock climbing and ab-sailing instructer, well, I figured he must know what he was talking about. So we found some bread, and after a little debate about who was going to offer it to the kanga, I ended up walking towards a seven-foot kangaroo, with my arm outstretched, holding a piece of bread.
So I getting closer, and closer, and this kanga is looking at me, and I got about three feet away when it suddenly just goes nuts. It launches at me, I screamed and legged it, the other kid screamed and legged it, and it pisses off with a shitload of noise and thrashing around involved. In the midst of all the, the youth worker bolts out of his tent, going, "what the fuck is going on?!" And I said to him, "there was a kangaroo in the toilet!!" And he looks at me, in horror, seeing the kanga hopping away and says, "I thought you were just fucking with me!!"
