Faith vs. Stupidity

Today I find myself torn between the ideas of faith and stupidity.

The faith that I speak about is not religion, however religion would fall under the same argument.

I am really concerned about faith related to what a person believes or has confidence in.

Examples would be:

The Justice System, The Government, Your Friends, Your Spouse, Your Job, and even Religion.

Hell, you can even take a Sports Team for example......that is probably the best one.

WordWeb-Dictionary defines Faith as:

"Complete confidence in a person or plan etc."

or

"A strong belief in a supernatural power or powers that control human destiny"

I see people on a daily basis who believe in something and someone sooooo whole heartily that it blinds them from seeing what is actually there.

I see parents who believe that their Crack-head offspring, who has beat and robbed them several times, are going to change.

I see husbands and wives on a daily basis, that are married to lazy, inconsiderate jerks that don't love them, and cling to the hope that one day, they will change.

I see people on a daily basis who believe the Dallas Cowboys are the best team in the world and think they are going to win a playoff game.

I repeat.... At what point does faith become Stupidity?

It is only by looking at other people that I am able to see my own flaws. Sure, I can look in the mirror and see things about me that aren't perfect, but when I think about what other people do that pisses me off, it is much easier to understand the things that I do that might piss off others.

Men might understand the difficulties of living with a woman who doesn't understand that he needs his space. He needs some time to just be left the F*ck alone and relish the fact that he is a "MAN". He needs to grab a beer, kick his feet up, watch a little football and fart freely without the fear of his wife entering the "man room" and making demands.

Understanding that this is what he needs to take the edge off, will make the relationship stronger.

Believing that one day he is just going to change and no longer need this, is detrimental to a relationship. Faith in this type of change is stupidity.

Women might understand the difficulties of living with a man who doesn't understand that she needs some of his attention and time. She needs to be reminded that she is important to him and that he still loves her. Just taking a little time when he comes home from work and turning off his phone to talk to her about her day and watch an episode of one of her favorite shows is what she needs to strengthen the relationship.

Believing that one day she is just going to change and no longer need this, is detrimental to a relationship. Faith in this type of change is stupidity.

At what point in the relationship is it o.k. to Fart openly??

This is a great question......I'm sure you're probably wondering where the hell did I come up with this topic.

Well, I'm sitting here in the office and felt a good one coming up so I was about to get up and step outside. ( I hate farting around anybody)

My office partner (as well as most cops) however, has absolutely no problem ripping em. They actually take pride in ripping the best and loudest farts.

That got me thinking...... At some point in life, you will fart around someone you are dating or in a relationship with.

Hence the question.......At what point in the relationship is it o.k. to Fart openly??

Most of my questions are rhetorical, but not this one. I really want to know what people think about that topic.

I was trying to remember the first time I farted around my wife (girlfriend at the time).

I think it was about 1 year into the relationship. We were going to school in Knoxville and I was driving back from Memphis and she was riding with me. That's a 5 1/2 hour drive and a long time to hold a fart.

Soooo anyway, I came up with my game plan:

1. wait till she falls asleep.

2. roll down the window and wait to see if she stays asleep.

3. after about 1 min, let it out slowly.

4. wait another min and roll the window back up.

Flawless Plan Right?

So when she fell asleep Operation "Sneaky Stinky" was a GO!!

I rolled down the window.....no movement by the female indicated she was still sleep and that I should proceed as planned.

After 1 minute I began to release the Gas....

I knew it was gonna be a bad one cause I had been holding it for a while, but I didn't know it was gonna be that bad.

It was soo bad, it could have awaken the dead........and it did.

My girlfriend's head popped up like Mike Tyson gave her an upper cut to the chin.

She gave me a "What the fuck is that smell" look, but didn't say a word.

By this time, I'm rolling up the window, trying to play it off cool........

"Damn baby, there must be a dead animal on the side of the road, I better roll this window up."

The problem was, that when I rolled up the window the rest of that shit got locked in the car with us. So the smell was worse than before.

Finally she asked..."Did you fart?"

Damn!!!! I was got. No need to lie anymore. So like a little boy confessing to taking a cookie out the cookie jar, I put my head down and slowly nodded yes.

She then rolled her window down and stuck her head out for about 2 minutes. I don't think we spoke for the remainder of the trip. I was soooo embarrassed.

So Ten years later, I still try not to fart around her but it seems like every time I think I'm clear to rip one, she comes skipping happily in the room to ask me a question that she could have just yelled from the other room, and walks right into a wall of "DAMN" which usually ends that conversation pretty well. She'll text after that.

I'll leave the same way I came. With the important question of.........

At what point in the relationship is it o.k. to Fart openly??

Goldeneye

Is it better to have love and lost than to never have loved at all?

If I am not mistaken, this phrase was originated during the time of the great William Shakspere.

It could very well be argued by anyone who has experienced losing someone you loved, that whoever came up with that phrase is A LYING BASTARD.

We have all felt the horrific pain that follows the end of a intimate relationship.

The uncontrollable flow of tears that burn your cheeks like lava down a volcanic mountain-side is least of your problems. Some people throw-up from the intense stomach contractions caused by their loud whales of despair with Screams of "come back, come back" in the darkness as if he/she can hear you. Others can't throw-up because they are unable to eat. They turn into zombies that sit in one place for hours starring at nothing and feeling empty inside, but the only thing that can fill them up has walked out the door with no signs of returning.

When your heart is broken, your life is broken. Your spirit, inspiration, motivation, and body just deteriorates. You spend the next few days, weeks, months, or for serious cases, years trying to get back to being the person you were before you found that son-of-a-bitch called Love, who fucked your life up.

When you think back on the relationship you lost, it's not like the fairy tales where you remember the good times and how they made you happy. No no no my friend. When you think back on the relationship you lost, you think about the pain you felt when they walked out that door. You think about how hard you tried. The blood, sweat, and tears you put into the relationship and you become bitter and cynical.

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(9 times out of 10, if you really were putting in time, blood, sweat, and tears into making a relationship work, you probably were the one in the relationship that left, so this blog may not be for you. I'll write to you later........Heart breaker )

-Is "LOVE" a gift or a curse?

How can this four-letter-word cause soo many emotions and transformations?

I have seen LOVE as a gift.... Wrapped in sheets, loaned from heaven, made of strands from the clouds.

I have seen LOVE as a curse......Draped with the chains of a slave, made from metal in the ground.

Is LOVE a wolf in sheeps clothing, or a sheep, surrounded by wolves? Is it a predator, licking its chops before the kill or a lonely, lost, soul, in need of a shepard.

Goldeneye