Hmm.

Lately a lot of people have been asking me for help or advice. This is frightening. I don't know how to solve their problems. I'm so manic just trying to figure out how to work with my own. God is a big guide and help for me right now. I'm clinging to that relationship like a man over a cliff to a rope. Creator of the Universe is helping me out and I still feel a little lost, so when people are asking me what to do about their issues (most of those being relational), I'm a little overwhelmed.

My relational skills right now are not exactly top notch. Not really sure how to correctly go about them at this point, so the idea of me giving love life advice to people is a little laughable. Same with life advice. My relationship with my mother and my friends is actually doing pretty well, which is amazing. They're all being supportive and wonderful while enduring my period of being a neurotic, bumbling mess. But the other life things I'm going through sort of disqualify me for active life adviser. I feel bad, because I want to help. I just want to help correctly, and not just dish out things I think sound right. The only things I can think of to say that are remotely uplifting and assuredly correct are from la Biblia, so for people that don't subscribe to that thinking, asking is a little pointless.

Although, to bring that up: it sort of astounds me how many people claim to either not believe in God or don't believe He is who He says He is, and yet so fervently adhere to the principles of his Word. I think this may because somewhere in the dark reaches of the soul, we still remember God's finger prints-- though absolutely people can choose too ignore them forever to various results.

So there's my whining and philosophizing for the day. Have to vacuum the basement, collect the trash, do the dishes and start my laundry before going to Lubna's to tan, which I might end up not doing because I've just realized I'm running out of both money and gas and she lives in Fairfax. Meh. Someone buy me a hybrid!

<3 H.