The Spin of the Ball

This is the first post I haven’t shared on Facebook. I asked myself: Would Jesus promote His posts? No. Do I think I’m Jesus? Yes.

I feel like I’m writing a diary, alone in a cave, with some spiritual connection to the rest of the universe.

“Hi Josh.”

“Hi, who are you?”

“I’m Josh. You are my imaginary friend.”

“Ok, cool. I just want us to get along. Is there anything you need?”

“Yes. I need you to clean me.”

“Ok, I’ll get right to it.”

“And make dinner, you pathetic slave.”

“Ok, but I thought we were friends.”

“Yes, ok, just kidding, I’ll make dinner.”

“What’s for dinner?”

“Pumpkin soup and olive bread. Now make sure you clean EVERYTHING (wink).”

“It would be my pleasure.”

I’ve mentioned my ex-girlfriend before. When I’m not interested in someone in my immediate world, she is the one my thoughts turned to. I don’t think this means anything. I just have fun reliving the memories. Is that pathetic? You can think of me as pathetic if you like. You could call me the most pathetic man alive. I don’t think it would bother me.

I’m going to mention the mirror idea again. You’re looking at a mirror. Be kind to the mirror and the mirror will be kind to you. But you have to be kind first. Don’t wait for the mirror to be kind to you. That would be too easy. Everyone would be kind to you. Everything would go right for you. You would win the game before it has even begun. You wouldn’t learn anything except for: “I can be the biggest jerk imaginable and everyone is nice to me.” If that’s what you want, then go for it. Maybe the world needs more jerks.

Looks. Once I stopped caring about my looks I noticed it bothered people who care about their looks. Especially if they looked good. It seemed like they were thinking, “Hey, we’re winning at the looks game and this guy’s not even playing.” I think I’m trying to play the love game and it’s going ok. I’m glad there are still people playing the looks game because I like looking at them.