Jeremy's Online JournalChrist is not a fashion, fading away.
toothnailrocker
read my profile
sign my guestbook

Visit toothnailrocker's Xanga Site!

Name: Jeremiah
Country: United States
State: Georgia
Birthday: 5/22/1984
Gender: Male


Interests: Spending time with my friends and family, reading, playing and listening to music, going to shows, working out, playing paintball, coffee shops, playing cards, sensing disturbances in the force, watching movies and tv, thinking about what I'm going to be when I grow up, trying to understand myself.
Expertise: Writing


Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM: toothnailrocker


Member Since: 4/15/2004

SubscriptionsSites I Read
lifeissuch
smilebrightchica
tinkNbell
jonridesaCBRbike
Lexi1265
klifisking
Lilliblossoms
Aaryn334
QueenoftheBus
neffwards
defeyeball
rozz1029
tara101285
hitmeagaintyler
rayquan
tacoma2ner
Unforgotten_thoughts
Susy_Que
XeroSplash
timegoesby
asiteforsarah
Childs
joshyhawd
humfries

Blogrings
Southeastern College
previous - random - next

The Pants Free Revolution
previous - random - next

Covenant College
previous - random - next

- ¤I <3 XaNgE3eRmUsIc !¤ -
previous - random - next

I'm a NINJA you're a NINJA lets be NINJAS together
previous - random - next

i don't use the f-word cause i love God
previous - random - next

Christ is not a FASHION
previous - random - next

TEENPACT RING :)
previous - random - next


Posting Calendar

|<< oldest | newest >>|
view all weblog archives

Get Involved!

Suggest a link

Recommend to friend

Create a site


Monday, January 19, 2009

"I've Changed"

So often a trite statement. You'll hear it quoted, perhaps, by recovering alcoholics attempting to get back those things their habits have destroyed. You'll hear supposedly re-habilitated prisoners say this in an effort to shorten the term of their sentence. You may hear this line uttered from the lips of a spouse that is a workaholic or unfaithful - typically right around the time their significant other has decided they've "had enough."

 

This phrase has been made meaningless because people too often use it out of desperation – so they won't lose something. They use it for selfish reasons, and because of this, the arrival of true change in a person is often difficult to acknowledge (for me, at least). 

 

With that as a prologue - let me say this definitively. One of my deepest desires is to exhibit authenticity and sincerity in my own life. Regardless of the mistakes that I make or have made, I am compulsively and ruthlessly honest, and I want to take this opportunity to be that to the people that I know.

 

I have changed. I've thought long and hard about that phrase and what it means, and it is undeniably true in regards to me. There are attitudes, qualities, and internal drives that characterized me two or three years ago (even a year ago, in some cases) that I, in my current state, absolutely cannot identify with.

 

Time for a few examples. Some may seem irrelevant at first, but bear with me – they all illustrate what that I’m talking about in some form.

 

Fight Club used to be one of my favorite movies. This is no longer the case. I still find it interesting and I think Palahniuk is an intriguing writer, but I can no longer identify with the main character the way I used to be able to (and my identification with him was the biggest reason I previously loved the movie). The narcissism, the angst, the lack of direction, the nihilism, the confusion, his blatant disregard for others, his mildly sociopathic leanings and manipulative nature, his hatred for the structure of society and civilization in general, and the lack of intimacy and true friendship in his life - I simply can't relate anymore. I watched it for the first time in a long time the other day, and I actually felt sorry for the main character. He's a headcase - confused, conflicted, restless, angry and alone. He blames everyone but himself for his issues, and refuses to exhibit any semblance of personal responsibility that might lend hope to the possibility of improvement and forward progress in his life. He engages in self-destructive behavior and to him, the good things in life are illusory. I can't relate anymore, and because of this the movie was frustrating for me to watch. I am now fully aware of the impact of my attitudes and daily decisions. I truly love and feel genuinely close to those that God has placed in my life. Hope is real to me. Progress is something that I see myself achieving each day, and I'm genuinely excited about my own future. Though it still intrigues me, I’m so happy to say I can no longer identify with the mood of that film.

 

On that note, I used to find satisfaction via outlets for an oft concealed, anti-social brand of anger and self-pity. Though some people may not have even noticed this, I’m sure some certainly did. Music, movies (like the one I just mentioned), art, literature, habits, conversations, and (as stupid as it sounds) even video games that allowed me to manifest pent-up, self-destructive thought patterns were ones I loved – now I see things like that as being utterly pointless and useless. I no longer have any desire to waste my time thinking like that. For me, those outlets cultivate a victim mentality which I now see as being completely detrimental to everything I’m trying to build. 

 

I used to pretend I knew everything, and was afraid to admit when I didn't. If one cannot admit what they don't know, they’re forced to keep up this sort of glass house façade that (understandably) breeds insecurity within them. Excuse my language, but people like this must inevitably become bullshitters and fakers in certain contexts to keep up an image of something that simply is not. Some people become damn good at this – I think it’s fair to say I certainly was at times. But if one can’t admit when they don't know, how can that person ever learn? Learning becomes so much more difficult for someone like that. Now, I'm very comfortable admitting when I don’t know things. I see that candid admission as being the sole catalyst to personal growth – the only avenue to amelioration and positive change. Though I think I can say I’ve always possessed an inherent thirst for knowledge – I simply cannot claim not know everything, and I’m completely comfortable with that.

 

Lastly, I used to be afraid to verbally acknowledge my relationship with Christ. I used to be wary of referencing my love for Him in conversation, worried that I would be perceived as unintelligent or lumped in as being just another “non-thinking religious person.” I now have absolutely no qualms acknowledging that Jesus Christ is the origin of absolutely everything in me that is good. I have unabashedly acknowledged my love for Christ in so many conversations lately, and the results I’ve seen from this have absolutely moved me. I used to be ashamed to admit my love for Him, now I am ashamed of the times I was ashamed to acknowledge Him.

 

Overall, this note is to say that the person I am now understands that so many of the thought patterns and behaviors of the person I’ve just described were completely foolish. Granted, there were often circumstantially understandable reasons for those subsurface emotions and destructive attitudes (and those that are closest to me know those reasons), and the big picture is so much more complicated than could possibly be expressed in a few paragraphs. Still – the difference between my thought patterns, attitudes and actions today as opposed to three years ago is as drastic as night and day. Positive thought begets positive action, constructive theory – productive practice. There are little battles we all have to fight and win each day – and so many times in my past the most difficult fight I faced was against myself. I am happy to say that as of recently, this is no longer the case, and the happiness and inner joy this has brought me is simply indescribable. Just thought I would share.

 

- Jeremy


Monday, August 04, 2008

"Now Paul is a real estate novelist, who didn't have time for a wife...and he's talkin' to Davy..."

Wow. The lyrical genius of Billy Joel never ceases to amaze me. What a convenient name for a guy who's "still in the Navy."

As he was writing that particular stanza, I'm sure he tossed around several other names for "lifers" in various branches of the armed forces...

Hmm... Carmie. No. Dairforce? Meh. Schmostguard? Nah.            Hm.            Davy! Brilliant.

I start grad school (full time, 9 hours) in just over a week. I'm also working full time at the leasing office for an apartment complex. I sincerely hope I do not have a nervous breakdown. That would be bad.

I'll write more in this later.


Wednesday, May 28, 2008

So, I decided to post a Xanga entry once again - seeing as I haven't done so in over two years. I just turned 24 a few days ago, and I figured now would be a good time to write about some of the meaningful things that are occuring in my life at this point.

My girflriend, Katie, moved from Texas to the great southeast immediately following her graduation from the University of Dallas. That's been a change, but a very, very good one. I love having her around. I took the GMAT a couple of weeks ago now, and was pleasantly surprised to find that I received a perfect score on both essay sections, was in the 75th percentile (aka top 25th percent) on the verbal section, and did allright (in the 50th percentile) on the math section (this is in comparison to all college graduates who are trying to get into business school). That marked the culmination of my admissions process to Kennesaw State. As of now, I'm simply waiting for them to receive my scores and send me a letter of acceptance. Then it's back to school of the graduate variety in hopes of kickstarting what should be a very lucrative accounting career.

I'm addicted to Afrin, and have been for three months. Today, that addiction ends. That beloved little pump-spray mist bottle that has come to embody the comfort of easy breathing - yeah, I left that at home today. All I have to survive is 4 tablets of Sudafed "severe cold." I already feel like my head is going to explode. Pray for me as I go through withdrawals. Hopefully I'll be able to do it on my own without attending rehab or Afrin addicts anonymous.

I feel like there is an ideological war brewing under the surface of this country's collective consciousness. Subtly but surely, the moral foundations which have held our relatively young nation together until this point are eroding away. Deceptive, carefully crafted language and mindless, "politically correct" jargon have made things that were once taboo relatively commonplace - and no one cares. One that respects traditional morality is so often swept up in this sea of aimless, purposeless relativism that is too massive for one person to attempt to defy single-handedly. Society seems to adhere to an unwritten code which vehemently denies that there is any sort of universal, unwritten code. This is an ironic, self-contradictory philosophy that I do not understand. Perhaps the origin lies in academia. Neitchze said God was dead decades ago, and God did absolutely nothing about it. Because of things like this, God feels so far away from me at this point. He feels like a vague abstraction that is becoming more and more unfamiliar as I get lost in a sea of relativistic philosophy concerning religion. A few of America's founding fathers considered themselves deists, and I'm beginning to understand why. I long for some sort of manefestation of God more intensely than I ever have. I need it. I will write more later. The lack of Afrin has me dizzy and disoriented...

...still feeling dizzy and disoriented, but I'm reading "Can Man Live Without God" by Ravi Zacharias, and I thought I'd post a satirical poem about America's belief system since it pertains to the previous paragraph...

We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
as long as you don't hurt anyone,
to the best definition of hurt,
and to the best of your knowledge.

We believe in sex before,
during and after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.
We believe that sodomy's OK.
We believe that taboos are taboo.

We believe that everything's getting better,
despite evidence to the contrary.
The evidence must be investigated
And you can prove anything with evidence.

We believe that there's something in horoscopes,
UFO's and bent spoons;
Jesus was a good man just like Buddha,
Mohammed and ourselves.
He was a good moral teacher although we think
His good morals were bad.

We believe that all religions are basically the same
--at least the one that we read was.
They all believe in love and goodness.
They only differ on matters of creation,
sin, heaven, hell, God, and salvation.

We believe that after death comes the Nothing
Because when you ask the dead what happens
they say nothing.
If death is not the end, if the dead have lied,
then it's compulsory heaven for all
excepting perhaps Hitler, Stalin and Genghis Khan.

We belive in Masters and Johnson.
What's selected is average.
What's average is normal.
What's normal is good.

We believe in total disarmament.
We believe there are direct links between warfare and bloodshed.
Americans should beat their guns into tractors
and the Russians would be sure to follow.

We believe that man is essentially good.
It's only his behavior that lets him down.
This is the fault of society.
Society is the fault of conditions.
Conditions are the fault of society.

We believe that each man must find the truth that is right for him.
Reality will adapt accordingly.
The universe will readjust.
History will alter.
We believe that there is no absolute truth
excepting the truth
that there is no absolute truth.
We believe in the rejection of creeds,
and the flowering of individual thought.
If Chance be the father of all flesh, 
then disaster is his rainbow in the sky.
And when you hear the latest litany of horrors on the news each night
"youths go looting..."
"bomb blast at embassy..."
"rape victim clinging to life..."
"grisly discovery..."
"child pornography ring cracked"
it is only the sound of man worshipping his Maker.


Sunday, January 29, 2006

Currently Listening
The College Dropout
By Kanye West
see related

A recent poll showed that 95% of men would trade their wives or girlfriends to be a PRO ATHLETE. 

From this one can infer that 95%  of marriages/relationships are loveless - his money in return for a sexual outlet. The lower the intelligence level the more so. 

God save me from normalcy and the fate of the majority.


Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Currently Listening
Urban Hymns
By The Verve

see related
- Bittersweet Symphony

This post is a tribute to my weekend home... it was great. Here's a few pictures of our Saturday in downtown Chatty - I could definately live there.

 

 

A picture is worth 1,000 words.



Next 5 >>