Caught your attention hm?
First I'd like to say that I'm a shit blogger and I know it. I'm dreadful at it and well nothing happens to me and so I don't usually have something to say.
On to the post!
I'm terrified of death. T.E.R.R.I.F.I.E.D! It's just one of those things that scare me to no end. Really. The thought of death is right up there with my fear of spiders. (Family and friends know how really bad this fear is) The idea that we don't know what happens when we die. I know I'm told I have a soul and I believe so. But the people who are spouters of, "Religion is just a comfort for people" might just be onto something. You don't know. The thought that when I die I might just cease to be and get buried only to have all of my life over looked and never mean anything. All the good I did and repenting just 'poof' gone like that. The nothingness of that possibility is was scares me. The idea of nothing after death.
The other hand pf course is Heaven or Hell. I'd love to fully ever so fully be sure of this fate it's much more simple (add a purgatory in there of course). It's also more reassuring that to God at least my life was worth something. It meant something. All the little kindnesses got me to Heaven (well more than likely I'm going to purgatory but that another story). And it's more of a comfort to sleep at night knowing that there is a sure thing in the afterlife. That all isn't for naught. That after this I just cease to be that's the comfort.
As I said, those people who say religion is to comfort people about death might be right; we just don't know do we? But that iffyness of death is the terrifying thought and one I'm just plain scared to think about. So is it just a comfort? Or should I be more sure of life after death?
-MaggieG, Evil Goblin Overlady
P.S. This was cut off there for fear of talking about religion.
P.P.S. If my mother, The Dame Margaret reads this (and that shall be her official title on here) I'd prefer to not have a long conversation about religion please. I know and do indeed believe what my religion says.
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Saturday, 22 June 2013
Saturday, 12 May 2012
Mother's Day
Happy Mother's day to all those moms' who read this blog and to my mother, who is very special to me and loves me. I'm happy to spend mother's day with her.
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I clean my house today. It's something that needed to be done, I had to do it. Now I'm finished and can relax. So tired need food, bath, and a nap.
-Maggie
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I clean my house today. It's something that needed to be done, I had to do it. Now I'm finished and can relax. So tired need food, bath, and a nap.
-Maggie
Thursday, 3 May 2012
Knitting!
Do any of my blog readers here knit? Do any of you have any ideas for easy starter projects? Leave your comments or E-Mail me. Please...? Eventually I would like to make a pink fluffy sweater like Miss Marple whom I always prefer to be played by Julia McKenzie. So knitting is in my future. I just need to take a class on it... but that's not the point. Still sick, hate it have been taking DayQuil and eating yogurt and cottage cheese all day, I'm going to take a nap now...
-Maggie, The *sick/cough* Evil Goblin Overlady and Negotiator
-Maggie, The *sick/cough* Evil Goblin Overlady and Negotiator
Labels:
Agatha Christie,
Knitting,
Meds,
Miss Marple,
Sick,
Sleep
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