Finally met my God-ma for dinner after so long, the last time I saw her was during Confirmation. She's like a little girl really, like my second mom. The weird thing is she's now 58 but so habituated on losing weight!
She's practically one of the two reasons why I even bother about God, Angels And Saints.
The other would be my mom almost died when I was 11.
I told her about Saint Mary's asking us to donate money to contribute to the maintenance of the bloody building during one fine Saturday mass. Yeah I stomped out, I was SUPER mad. Since then I'm too angry and disappointed to even bother to look at it.
She bought me a Celtic Cross, good thing is that she always gets it blessed before she gives it to me. The bracelet Rosary she gave is still in my purse. I don't use it but I love her lots so, yeah it matters.
The next thing she got me for Christmas is a book.
Titled "Making friends". I love her all the same though.
Not the first time I got this book. Once again it's official I'm a LOSER!
I don't understand what's the deal with self-help books. It's bloody common sense and people are in clover out of writing that shit? I mean unless it's sex positions! Fine help with sex life everyone might need that.
It's not a text book. It's a book about it telling you how to live your life! Is the world getting more doltish? Cause really there's a whole section of self-helps in Borders that i pass by to get to the fantasy section.
It's probably the biggest scoff of the century to receive a self-help book. Now somebody should write a book about this...
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