Opposites attract.

Okay, so I realize that I don't know how to make a blog look cute. Quite frankly, I have more prompting things on my to-do list. It is October, and Hallows Eve is upon us. Incidentally, my favorite holiday. I don't know what it is, but I have always been fascinated by all things spooky. Please don't judge when I tell you that for at least 2 good years of my youth I believed that I was a witch. I thought that I controlled the element of fire. I thought I could fly. And I would bless patches of my grass. I would use spells to call frogs. Kids are crazy, right? Anyways, this year I have decided to be Garth from Waynes world, and Brent is going to be Wayne. Its going to be excellent. I did want to be Sylvia Plath, and have him be Ted Hughes, but I figured nobody would understand. Speaking of the great Sylvia, I am reading the Bell Jar. Again. I can't tell you how much I adore that woman. She took something so morbid, and gruesome as death, and made it beautiful. At least to me. By no means did she glorify it. Its as if she was destined for such tormented darkness and pain, so instead of enduring, she became a martyr. Also, I really love that she always uses the reference "peanut crunching crowd" to describe mankind. We are all just spectators, bystanders Maybe, I find the honesty and vulnerability so beautiful. Anyways, for all of you that don't know what I am talking about, go read Lady Lazarus, Daddy and Mad Girls Love song. They will change your life. Speaking of literature, has anybody heard about what is going on with Ayn Rand and Paul Ryan? I hope she is not endorsing him. After reading the Fountainhead this summer, I have come to appreciate the work of Ayn Rand, but I don't agree with the idea objectivism. I believe it is a completely lonely existence. Anyways, I'm ranting. I originally intended on writing this post in honor of my wonderful boyfriend Brent. Now, I'm not a sappy gal, but I will give due where due is needed. Brent is my best friend, and he teaches me things each day. We are complete opposites, but we are completely perfect for each other. He may not be able to keep a rug straight to save his life, or enjoy sweets. He may think I am a little goofy, and think my style is a little strange. He might spend months on killing one little wasps nest, and he might be a little OCD. What he calls messy, I call "eclectic." But I love him. He is complex, and dedicated, and loyal, and everything that is good in this world. I've said it from day one, his presence fills a room. And he makes my life so completely worth it.

Its safe to say that I am blessed. I'd never call myself a devoutly religious person, but I am incredibly faithful. My dad taught me that God is in nature, my mom taught me that he is in people. She told me once "God watches how to treat his creations." I don't see how you could go wrong with mixing those perspectives. That way, you will always be kind to everything and everyone. Speaking of, outside the temple a hobo told us that he hated us, our families, and that he wished we would die on our way home. Also, on Friday night, these people kept driving around and cussing at us, and everyone around. I can't wrap my mind around people like this. Who could live in a constant state of contempt and hate for mankind? It breaks my heart. I want to get back to when I was a child and would pray for a half hour before I went to bed. I used to pray for the homeless, animals without homes, people who were sad and dying, for everyone's safety, a place to sleep at night, and a friend. I prayed for world peace. One of my favorite quotes is by Jonathan Safran Foer. "When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much." I think the world would be a much better place if we were all a little more child-like.