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Dreams Deferred
What Happens To A Dream Deferred? My grandmother on my father’s side always dreamed of seeing the Eiffel Tower. She always dreamed leaving her Homeland of Haiti-just for a week or so to go straight to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower. Raised under the strictest patriarchy rules, she was never allowed to travel without the presence of a man. Her first husband- the womanizer- never acknowledged what she wanted and her second husband-the wife beater-was too cruel to take her. When her second husband passed away and she decided she could go on her own “when the time was right,” she began getting these cloudy spots in her right eye. Merde. She murmured when those cloudy spots turned into blurred and impaired vision. She had developed glaucoma, and would never see anything clearly again, let alone the Eiffel Tower.
By The Not So Christian Blog4 years ago in Motivation
I Am a Mess
I’m a hot mess. Superficially, my life is pretty decent: I have a cute boyfriend, a good job in my field, and a savings account (yes, I just bragged about having a saving account and what?!) But spiritually—it’s like Judas took a dump on the floor of a gas station bathroom after wolfing down five burrito bowls from Chipotle. I’m not even exaggerating. I have this weird hole that I can’t fill. And I always thought that phrase was cliche but for me it’s not. It’s a hole that can’t be filled with recreational drugs, drinking, dick, or quality time with friends. Because on paper I have everything I need to feel... full. But I’m not.
By The Not So Christian Blog4 years ago in Futurism