Alone.

For lack of proper memorization of the bible, and for tired eyes, I am going to grossly paraphrase something that Jesus said. That basically, we who follow Him and his ways will be hated, like he was. It's difficult for me to accept this and apply it to my own life, because first of all, if this were true, then it would mean I was doing a good job of following in His footsteps. Perhaps not -- perhaps the Spirit has made me able. At any rate, it seems like too much an honor, too much a blessing, too self-focused to claim such a thing.

But I do feel hated right now. Not hated as in... say someone throwing rocks at me, or telling me to my face they wish I'd rot. But slowly now I've began to lose friends. Some, because I realize the type of people they are and their values strike such a stark contrast to my own, and I feel false and intimidated in their presence. Some because they are selfish, sick, lazy, or rude, and I simply don't wish to enable them or reward them for such behavior (and because I don't want to be a victim). Some, I'm afraid, I've actually offended and scared off by being more vocal lately.

I am still debating whether or not calling my best friend out on some blatant lies he believed about himself was right or not. I am trying really hard to depart from advice giving, and also trying to discipline my tongue. There was something so infuriating about that conversation with him, though... because at first it was an outright confession to a specific type of detrimental behavior. Something I am quite familiar with. Codependency, actually... here's a talented, creative, hillarious, kind and intelligent young man trying to convince himself he is happy to throw away whatever dreams and aspirations he might have for his overbearing, alcholic father and his (likely equally codependent) mother. I used to think it a sweet thing that he would jump at the chance to help a person. A real kind guy, I thought. Someone with compassion. Until he'd do things for people he never wanted to do, or end up in situations where he was being used. He's tired, feels like a failure, but still - the over-arching theme is "I must please others." He hasn't the slightest idea of how to do otherwise. So we had a conversation about this, it came about by me sharing my struggles and him asking more about codependency. As I described the charactersitics, he said, "that's me, but I don't think it's bad." So I pointed out how he had, at numerous points in his life, suffered greatly for his codependent beliefs. I simply retold many of the memories I had of times that he had been hurt, even devistated by his dependence on approval. He would agree, but continue to make excuses. All I'd do is point out where he was lying to himself and attempt to end the conversation. Here I am needing to fix him, and here he is needing me to approve of him. Well I didn't fix him, and he never got me to approve... so here we are in an awkward situation of a fairly fractured relationship.

I think in more ways than can be accounted for by this conversation. There were issues in the past about unrequieted love... and now my realization that perhaps the reason we had such a strong bond was because we were and are both rediculously codependent.

The next friend I scared off is a great intellectual friend of mine, who as it turns out, is insufferably liberal (from my perspective). There is this giantic divergence of thought, to the point where we are both disgusted with the idea that anyone could see the world from such a perspective as the other. This is hard for me, because I don't want to be elietist or stubborn or self-obsessed or self-righteous or arrogant or whatever it is that people are when they believe so strongly in something that they cannot be persuaded otherwise. There are times in history when this has been a good thing... and times when it has been bad. How the hell will I ever know if I am actually right or wrong? All I can do is use the brain I have in the ways I know, and in the ways it works, and trust in what makes sense to me after I've made my own careful analysis of the situation.

I don't believe in just throwing my values to the wind and tolerating every last thing that floats by. I doubt even those who tout the fairness doctrine or tolerence in its purest form would either. There are folks who think Christianity is absurd, and other folks who think conservatism is absurd, and folks who think alien spaceships and those who believe they've been inside one before are absurd. And some of those people are deciples of fairness and tolerence. No. I want nothing to do with it. That's right -- nothing.

I'll go with love and respect, human dignity, and other Christian principles. Justice... mercy... compassion... sacrafice. But not blind tolerence, and not "fairness" (which is totally relative anyway). Those who say tolerence and fairness are Christian principles, in my mind, are totally misinformed and may want to go back to reading their bibles on a fundamental level -- something which I need to do as well. Perhaps I am out of whack and have no idea about anything... but then, that'd be me, and I can't be anything but (so I've discovered). To thine own self be true, as Shakespeare said.