Yesterday I helped my coworker move. It wasn't a bad move as there were many there to help. Except for the hot weather it went reasonably well. I moved some heavy furniture, put together some beds for his girls, and had an interesting time with the company he keeps.
There was an older gentleman there named Paul. He was a chipper fellow that was coordinating the event. He enjoyed barking orders at us as we lifted items into his trailer. He had some sort of injury that prevented him from heavy lifting, which was convenient as hearing himself speak was his true gift. I learned a lot by speaking to this man who was an authority on everything. He did have an amazing ability to give his resume concerning his truck driving and his preaching across the country. Modeling himself after the Apostle of the same name, Paul made sure I understood what his ministry was like and I watched him speak with pride about taking other churches to task for various things such as doctrinal differences, dogma, and going into bars teaching the good book.
Then came the political discussion. Oh boy you think the only issues that mattered in this coming presidential election were abortion and gay marriage. I asked him and anyone within earshot if they thought God really cared about gay marriage. They responded as if I were an idiot. I told them that I think God only gave a damn about the act of homosexuality and cared nothing for some legal binding contract that is essentially a property arrangement. They quickly changed the subject to abortion and didn't want to respond to that.
Still they were nice people and I enjoyed their company, politics be damned.
Today I woke early and helped my friend Andrew move. A very easy move it was as we had a lot of people to help and we didn't have to move any heavy furniture thankfully. We got done in a short amount of time and had a nice lunch outside in some Mexican restaurant.
I started my drive home alone with my thoughts, which can be a mixed bag. I watch my friends with their loved ones talk about things related to being a family. I was the only one who was single and at my age and it's starting to feel pathetic. I reflected on my life, past loves, and various other observations as to why I am who I am. It's hard being me sometimes and right now I'll put a thousand dollars on the fact that I'll die alone.
I have no one to blame but myself for the choices I have made.
Enough with the damn whining. I need a beer.
"Ethical religion can be real only to those who are engaged in ceaseless efforts at moral improvement. By moving upward we acquire faith in an upward movement, without limit." - Felix Adler