The one I loved

Sometimes truth comes from an unlikely source.  Today, it’s from Karl Marx.  I disagree with his political philosophy, but he did say something that mirrors my feelings on friendships.  Where he refers to his son, insert friendship instead.

“Bacon said that really important people have so many relationships with nature and so many interesting possessions that any loss is quickly forgotten.  I do not belong to these people, the death of my son shattered my heart and brain, and I feel the loss as freshly as the first day.” – Karl Marx

While this may seem a bit melodramatic, it is.

Building a wall

I was about to write that this is another post that I didn’t want to have to write, but then, I would prefer to not have to write this blog at all, so that seemed like a superfluous statement.

I screwed up the other day.  I spent the evening watching things online that I should not have been watching, and ended up masturbating. (I really hate even typing that word…)  This time wasn’t like the previous times though. 

Stumbling

This last weekend wasn’t too good for me. Well, that’s not entirely true.  There were some really good parts.  I spent time with a couple people who are becoming good friends of mine.  One is a bit of a professional mentor, with whom I also enjoy hanging out with as a friend, the other is a younger fellow who I think is a great kid, though his professional ambitions take him away from church more than one would hope. (scheduling, not a doctrinal conflict…)

Then there were the parts I would rather not have to tell you about.