God, You truly deserve all the honor and praise for everything You have done in my life. As it goes in the song I'm listening to right now...

You give me life
And now I give it back to You
With everything You've done for me
It is the least that I could do

Worry Free... it makes sense!

Auntie Agnes,

Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! Your blogs and words have really, truly, touched my heart. Unconditional love is what we strive for as lovers of God. And as examples of that, we are to show it. To put whatever is in the past is hard, but to forgive and forget to those whom you feel have wronged you, is the ultimate goal. I really like your title, worry free. For what do I have to worry about when I know God will take care of it. I have no need to avenge, or waste time on pointless comments. To press forward is what I aim. Thank you!

The blog entitled Before I continue with the HW has received raved reviews! Below it are so many amusing comments, responses to the comments and responses to the response of the comments. Thank you to the persons who have commented and left their name. To Anonymous, I would thank you, but you're not a real person in my life because you leave me no name or form of identity. Like I've said before, you just can't seem to muster up the balls to do so because you know you would get so much scrutiny in person, am I right? I guess that it is truly you who has the cover up...?

I know that I have neither said that the relationship I have with Aaron is platonic or not. And do I have a need to because you are, obviously, of no significance to me if I don't even know you, let alone care for what you have to say? Who writes anonymous comments now-a-days? I guess people who can't keep their mouths shut about something that they feel, AND must somehow let it out WHILE being scared that they may be re-examined for who they are as a person. So I guess i can sum all that up in one word, YOU.

But hey, you know... it's okay. It really is. I post these blogs for a reason. My sort of way of letting out my inner turmoil. It's a place where I can write and reflect to myself, it just so happens that the public can read it too. And I don't mind that. Thank you for having such great interest in my life. Especially my "love life." My relationships are one that I have tried to seek approval from by the only person whom it matters to, God. So whether it is just a friendship or not, that's up to the Almighty Judge. No, not you.. you may think of yourself on some high pedal-stool, but you're not. He may speak through people in my life and I am fortunate because of that but who are you in my life? But I don't go on impulse and act upon it at once making drastic decisions in my life that affect the people that I love. No, I pray about it and discuss it with my dad and/or my pastor. I don't seek the approval of anonymous people because they are anonymous to my life. As it says in the dictionary, being anonymous means you are of having no outstanding, individual, or unusual features to me, which make you quite unremarkable and impersonal. 

Anonymous and fellow bloggers out there, you can go ahead and keep reading this blog because I will still post here. But next time you leave a comment.. I only ask that you state your name so that I know. And the other people who comment can know too so no one can be offended. Thank you, come again!

In reference to comment 5 on blog below.

My dearest Ron,

I dedicate this blog to you for your friendship... that and your hilarious comment. You truly are such a great friend who knows how to give some hospitable advice. I know you truly made me smile when I woke up this morning to read your comment. Thank you for making the points that I lack in saying because due to the lack of my "facts" available in my blogs, assumptions by strangers -in reading my blog- have been made. It's okay though, I know I can come to you when I am in "dispair" for some hospitable advice to make me a better person, for you do know me, talk to me constantly and see me often. Thank you, Ron!

Gianel

Before I continue with the HW

Lo and behold, "Anonymous," the person who seems to know me well enough to give me advice but cannot reveal their identity due to lack of balls, has commented me THIS once again:


Fortunately, I am blessed with a BFF who knows me, serves with me in the church, and actually talks with me about what I discover in life since I was 12. And she said this:


Thanks Selene. But she also has the support of one of my really good friends, whom I also serve in the church with, and talk to online and in person. And he said this short and sweet:


Thanks Ron and Selene. But my BBF (boy best friend) I've known for the past 5 years, whom I too serve with in the church, talk to daily and care for dearly also seems to have my back. And he said this, after the first comment that was left:


Thank you, Aaron. I've got a gang of supporters, I wonder who else they could rally up? Sorry "Anonymous," but they seem to want to know who is the person behind all this "wisdom." Though, I highly doubt this person will show themselves, they don't seem to muster up the guts to after being called out for their numerous pieces of "advice."

Thanks friends, it was a very surprising and reassuring gesture. I truly know ya'll got my back!

You know what I don't get... I don't get how I'm an adult, expected to make adult decisions, AND YET I'm still considered incapable of having the judgment of an adult. Is there a double standard? I believe so. Lord, as long as I know You can hear my voice, please remind me that every other voice in my ear - that is not Yours - does not matter.

I think I've just come to realize that I'm a bum. I live at home. Work once a week. Not inspired by much (I can still be inspired but it seems to take a lot in order to do so). My parents support me financially/scholastic-ly. I'm not doing too hot in school. Appreciation or acknowledgment is not necessary, but can't help myself from being disappointed when it's not met. I'm a bum, I gotta accept it. Oh well, I just need to let God (or allow God) to bring myself out of my bummy-ness. Boo bum.