Unchained soliloquy

I've booked a flight for Vegas to visit the family for Christmas, and will get to meet my new niece and hopefully nephew, too. It feels mildlly pathetic that the only trip I've taken this year will be for Christmas to see family, especially since I will probably have a mini-break down by the third day, but any vacation time is a good time.

Then in March, I will be off to DC for VPA's and Maybelline's wedding. My best friend joining in matrimony with the best man for him. I have every hope of slimming down some by then as I suspect my ex (who is the boyfriend of a friend of VPA's now) will be there, and living well and looking better than you ever did before are the best forms of revenge, says I.

We are in month two of my living solo, and I have to tell you, I did not realize so much nudity would be involved. I mean, it's been hot for the past couple of weeks, and whereas in real life, I don't even wear shorts, while inside my home with no one around, I went from going shirtless to going full on pantsless. Still keeping the underwear on, though. So I have to pay an extra $700 in rent. At least I can wander 'round the house in my birthday suit!

And in other news, I started reading the Bible. I was moved after watching a YouTube series of a guy who'd had a near death experience and claims to have gone to heaven. He recounts several episodes during his life where God talked to him. It sounds endlessly hokey, I know, but it drew me in. Maybe it's just that so little else has been going on in my life that I thought I'd just try something new that's been around for some two thousand years. I don't know for sure yet.

I mean, I was following another YouTube channel of a guy who also claims visits to primarily hell, but occasionally heaven, who also seemed legit. And then the inevitable subject of homosexuality came up, and he claimed we 'mos are not destined to inherit eternal life, though there seems ample evidence that this is not what the Bible says.

So I figured I'd start with the source material. I try to read about a page a day. As blasphemous as this may sound, it started off pretty boring--just tracing genealogies--but then it starts to pick up. I guess the best stuff happens when Jesus enters the picture.

I've gone from being a kid who just blindly believes there is a God because that's what you're supposed to do, to a young adult who, if asked, would have said he was an atheist or agnostic, to a moment in college where I could say I believed again. I don't know what it really means to be a Christian since most people who claim this title do no truly seem to follow in Christ's footsteps and practice any sort of true compassion or kindness that isn't self-serving and solely in the best of interest of those like themselves. But I'm willing to read what is supposed to be the Word of God, and see if it speaks to me.