Spiritual Training

I recently spoke with a friend about how she is on medication to control her emotions. I am so jealous. At about five, I realized that I needed to be one of those kids that got to go to the nurse's office to down pills out of a Dixie cup. Of course, I wasn't. Some people have all the luck.
My emotions are all over the place. Just last week I was crying because I couldn't find my nail polish. That boy incident I mentioned had me hiding under my bed. If anyone needs mood stabilizing dope, it is yours truly. But one can only wish, seeing that I don't have health insurance.
So recently, while crying during Up, a cartoon by the way, I decided to try to train my spirit, a concept I heard about at my old church. Maybe it's not just me. Maybe my spirit is off or something. So I decided to make a gospel playlist on Youtube, and I listen to it maybe three times a day. I think that it is working.
How? Well, it is building some type of shield or something. This morning, after doing all the dishes the night before, I go into the kitchen seeing my mom all worked up about one pan she had to wash. As she spewed her negative energy, I realized I wasn't listening because "Grateful" by Hezekiah Walker was playing in my head. Just as I was about to have one of my token freak outs because one of my bonehead brothers didn't replace the toilet tissue after they used it all, "Livin'" by The Clark Sisters automatically started blaring in my mind.
When I was a kid, the elders used to wear these annoying t-shirts that read "Too Blessed To Be Stressed." Years later, I am seeing that there may just be something to that stupid slogan...just maybe.

Avoiding Being "Blessed"

Last weekend I went out to lunch with my aunt and a woman we met recently, Pat. She is pretty nice, but I get the feeling she might be a super Christian. And no, I do not have a problem with Christians. I consider myself one, although I have been known to be a bit...half-baked at best. No, by super I mean extremist. I have the feeling she may be an avid Fox News watcher.
We actually had a pretty good lunch until I, being the nosebud that I am, asked her if she had kids. She said she had two. She asked me if I had any, and I said no. She asked me if I wanted any, and I said, no. This is all my fault. I should have learned by now that whatever the situation, whoever the person, always say you want kids to a person that already has them. It cuts down on a potentially uncomfortable conversation, and, somehow, it just seems rude not to.
Well, after I told her I did not want children, I saw that look on her face and immediately tried to take it back. So I fell back on my old reliable: "I don't want kids right now." She was not convinced. I simply sat back in my chair and waited on whatever whopper she was going to hit me with.
"I did not think that I wanted kids either," she told me honestly,"until God blessed me with two."
I let out a sigh of relief...but she was not done.
"But you see, God wants us to be fruitful and multiply. If you don't, you are just being selfish."
I looked at this woman, this petite, sweet woman, who has been "blessed" with two kids...and I had to fight the urge to laugh! Whatever! It was evident to me that this lady wouldn't have had kids herself if she had not have been "blessed." Give me a friggin break! Note to readers: married people, people with kids, they are always looking for people to join their fraternities of misery. Don't believe the hype people, don't believe the hype.