I am fairly sure I am not alone when I say that I have a plethora of words I despise. I don’t know why I don’t like them, I just don’t. Either way…this is product of such a conversation
AMY’S MESSAGE TO ME:
Good morning sissa! As you can see, it is 3:31 A.M. and I cannot sleep:( So, in true can’t sleep fashion, I am sitting in the living room watching/but not listening to, because the volume is so low, Dazed and Confused-a classic cult film, and pondering the meaning of life and the immense amount of crap I have to do in the next week. Somewhere in all of that, I found room to ponder your religious views:) I believe your hatred of the phrase blessed is due to a false view of the meaning of the statement. Someone who believes in God and his creation of us all believes that we were all created in our own unique mold. So, in essence we were all blessed the day we were created with unique gifts. For instance, you with creativity, an amazing sense of humor, and stellar artistic abilities, I with devastating beauty, brilliance, and superior well, everything:) Just kidding, but you get the idea. When a believer says they feel blessed, they refer to the abilities they were given- not God’s choice to spare them or grant them a win or a new house, or fix their broken Big Screen. We all enjoy the joy and pain of free will. The choices we make mold our life. The gifts we are given give us the tools to make our life what we want. God sees us through our lives supporting within his grand plan. That is about as philisophical as I can get, so if you have more questions or comments, please direct them to Dan Brown, Dr. Seuss, or some other ruler of the universe guru:) This has been your Sunday School lesson for this week, now you can sleep in on Sunday:) I like you a loooot. I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all, PLAY BALL!
p.s. There are believers who share this scewed view of the word blessed and throw the phrase around like bad sushi. Those people make the rest of us look bad, and make people like you hate nice words like “blessed”
MY RESPONSE:
Ha ha! Thanks for the insight sissa, although my hatred for the word has nothing to do with the meaning it holds at all. For instance, I enjoy the word “fortunate” and many other words that hold similar meaning to the hated word at hand…but I truly hate the ACTUAL word “blessed.” Much like I hate the words, fundus, ornry, owly, quiche, vulva, Farve, labido, and stool. It is the way the word sounds to be that makes it undesirable. I think it stems from living in the south where at least 6 times a day you hear “Have a blessed day” from strangers in stores, gas stations, brothels…etc. The word is not a joy to hear when rolled off the tongues of heavily obese(another word which I feel is rediculous, but will use for descriptive matters) clearly unbathed, toothless gas station attendants. Also, the use of the phrase is clearly overused when people are pumping out “Have a blessed day’s” to every person they come in contact with. What if one of them is a satanist?…would that not be like offending a christian by saying, Have an evil day? ha ha ha ha….
Either way…it is the word that makes me ill. If the word banana held the same meaning as blessed, I could handle that, because the word banana is great, and fun to say.
“Have a banana day”
~Love, Sissa
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