Zombies and Vampires and Adventures, Oh My!

Today I read a post discussing our culture’s current zombie and vampire craze/fascination. I began connecting dots between what he said and what I’ve gathered from my time on various social media sites.

Here’s a link to the original article:


And here are my thoughts:

So many people my age yearn for a meaningful adventure. They’re unsatisfied with typical jobs and bored with typical life. To appease their cravings, their adventures are often watching or reading other people’s adventures. That’s okay, but we usually take it too far.

When we’re presented with an adventure of our own, many times we back away or complain about it. Either it’s difficult and uncomfortable or we don’t realize that it’s an adventure until it’s over. How often have we said “Well, that was an adventure” after some mishap is avoided or conquered? How often do we say “Well, this should be an adventure” without sarcasm or a sense of dread?

I won’t get into the politics of the Twilight series, but let me say this: one of the things about it that people make fun of is that Edward has been a vampire for over a hundred years. Instead of finding a cure for cancer, though, or something else helpful, he chooses to attend high school. (He’s not the only one with questionable choices. The Picture of Dorian Gray has even worse implications.)

How many of us would make a better choice with our immortality?

All that to say, my generation gets a lot of eye rolls and face palms because of how addicted we are to technology. However, there is a tremendous amount of people my age who are smart, creative, and passionate. Many of them just don’t have the right outlet to turn it into a socially accepted career.

Yes, my generation has a lot of downfalls. But give us a chance. We’re yearning for more. We know that there has to be more out there than what we’re seeing right now. Won’t you help us live more than what we thought possible?


I’d like to clarify that I’m not trying to justify or excuse addictions, I’m just sharing my feelings and observations.

There are certain things – addictions – that, unless you’ve been there, you just can’t understand why someone would do it. Even if the addict describes their reasons for doing it or give you the technical details of what their struggle is, unless you’ve been there, you probably can’t quite understand it. Why would someone eat that second or third piece of cake, why would someone cut into their own body, why would someone shoot up a potentially lethal drug?

Obviously, it’s hard being addicted to something. It’s also hard to understand why people are addicted to things, whether it’s alcohol or exercise or food. But don’t judge them if you haven’t been there. If you have been there, that’s even less reason to judge: you know what it’s like. You and I have an addiction to one thing or another, too. It gives us all the more reason to reach out, not to condemn or shun someone.

Even if you know that something is bad, an addiction doesn’t really care. It cares about getting what it craves, not whether or not it makes sense. While you’re fulfilling your addiction, there might be a voice in the back of your mind whispering warnings. But the voice of your addiction whispers and screams and laughs louder than the warning. Afterward, you may feel aggravated or ashamed that you gave in yet again, but shame alone is not enough motivation for change.

If we want to alter our behaviours and rid ourselves of our addictions, then we need to discover the reason why we’re doing what we’re doing. What inner need, what deep void, are we trying to fill by feeding our addictions? Is it the loneliness within us, the shame of how we perceive ourselves, the unforgiveness from someone hurting us? Let the deep wounds heal, find the true fix to that addiction, and it will work out a lot better than falling back to another serving, another shot, another moment of self-loathing.

Cheer Up, Guess What:

I may not be published, but I am a writer. I may not trained, but I am a dancer. I may not be renowned, but I am a designer.

Even though I don’t have letters after my name, a list of “other works,” a career with some famous company, and I’m not even working on a degree (gasp), that doesn’t make any of these statements less true. Naturally, I would love to “get published.” But I’m not waiting on “official” recognition to claim my status of who I am. Don’t wait for yours, either.

Of course, I can’t just say that I’m a linguist because I know some words from a few different languages and would like to master multiple languages. We definitely can’t claim to be a doctor just because we like to help sick people (and because we think stethoscopes are cool). However, if you have a passion for something and are pursuing it, guess what: you can be that thing! You can be a musician, a gardener, a photographer, without being publicly recognized as such.

Don’t wait for someone to tell you that you can do something or you are something. Go do it. Declare it. Back yourself up, even if society doesn’t.


Sarcasm and School

Disclaimer: I certainly respect the school that I’m applying to. However, I have a brain that likes to dwell on details/editing/alternative meanings. All that to say, I had some sarcastic ideas of how to answer the questions on my school application. And so, I bring to you:

My initial reactions to the questions:

Q: Do you struggle with addictions of any kind? How do you deal with it?
A: Sleep. I deal with it by sleeping only at night and then dragging myself out of bed the next morning.

Q: How are you planning to pay the school fees?
A: With money?

Q: Do you have a boy/girlfriend?
A: Way to make me feel awkwardly single.

Q: We live “in community” here, is there anything we should know about you which would affect the others around you?
A: I’m an introvert and I have a certain level of interaction that I don’t like to be pushed.

Q: Which unique abilities and/or gifts do you have?
A: …Where do I begin?

Q: How did you hear about this school?
A: Can I say Google?

Q: Have you ever had any professional psychological care?
A: Not yet…

Q: What is your most burning question to God at the moment?
A: Why can’t I teleport?

Q: Which books/magazines have most influenced your life as a Christian?
A: Well, I know the Bible is one…

Q: Are you on any medication?
A: Chocolate doesn’t count, right?

to tie it all up…

This will be the last of my daily blog posts. That’s it–the two weeks are up! It’s been fun and challenging to get a post up every day (or sometimes very late at night). Most of my goals for the internship have been reached, though not quite as tidily as I’d have liked. Still, I feel that I’ve made the most of this blessing of extra time.

By the way, thank you to all of you who’ve read, liked, commented, and followed this blog. It means a lot to me. I’ll keep blogging, though not every day. And hopefully I’ll soon get my Etsy shop running again!

In the meantime, I’m having to go through the whole “saying goodbye” thing again. Yuck. However:

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
‘Til it was a battle cry
I’ll come back when you call me
No need to say goodbye  
–The Call, Regina Spektor

one day at a time

Take life one day at a time.

Don’t worry about tomorrow. Do what needs to be done today and leave it at that. 

(For example, this blog post.)

Another example: getting ready to leave Texas and fly back to Virginia. Deal with that tomorrow. Today, I need to write. 

Plan for the future, but don’t worry about it. Worrying won’t help. 

Take one day at a time.

The Fear of Losing Loved Ones

In the following, I’ve paraphrased several verses from the Bible (from the books of Matthew, Romans, Psalms, and I think Isaiah). Altogether, they’re meant to address the fear of losing loved ones and help give freedom from that. Fear is draining and unnecessary. This is something that I’ve struggled with, so I hope this will help you as well.

He who loves his family more than Me isn’t worthy of Me. If he doesn’t take up His cross and follow Me, he isn’t worthy. If he finds his life in earthly things, he’ll lose it. If he loses his life for My sake, he’ll find life anew.

Don’t fear that which can physically harm you and your family, but yet can’t kill your soul. God can kill body and soul, so fear him. However, look at how He cares for us: a common sparrow is under His care, and He loves us so much more! He knows every detail about us. So don’t be scared. We are His masterpiece. Whoever claims Jesus here and now, Jesus will claim when God Himself asks about him.

When we’re weak – that is, scared – we have help, the ultimate help. We don’t even need to be concerned about what to pray. The Holy Spirit within our beings cries out for us in the languages of the heart.

He crafted us and our family in the womb before we even met each other. Even when things get dark, God is our light, so tell me this: who should we be afraid of? Certainly not doctors or corrupt law enforcement or thieves or muggers, or an animal in the middle of the road.

God has paid a heavy price to save us. He’s promised good things for us: wings to fly and soar, as much strength as we need, plans for our benefit, the safety of our soul, His unending care and affection. He’s promised us peace.