Weekend of Bewilderment

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Events occur in almost random fashion and are usually pretty nondescript for the most part but every once in a while a situation will command all of your attention and throw you back just a bit.  In the week that preceded this particular weekend you would not have noticed much that would have been noteworthy but then a realization occurred that practically floored me.  The people who I had trusted completely proved themselves as self serving as others in my life.  This has made me have to become guarded.

I generally trust people to do the right thing because I still believe people on the whole are generally good.  However, in recent times more people close to me have challenged my beliefs to the point that I am not sure who to trust.  It is notoriously unsettling to have to rely on ones own intuition to make potentially life changing decisions.  Especially in areas that I may not be particularly well informed.

Moving into the weekend I did what I always do when life changing decisions must be made, take walks, cook and pray like a death row inmate on the way to his state ordered demise.

I finally realized I must take control and rely on my faith to help me make the right decisions.  Faith that I will exercise good judgment to keep from destroying life as I know it for myself and others directly involved.  Faith that no matter what everything happens for a reason.

When life gets really hard I usually head to the mall or a bookstore.  This weekend I ended up at 2 malls and a bookstore.  Didn't buy anything mind you, just helps to get out of the apartment to sort things out. It was pretty uneventful although a couple of ladies from Louisiana (or so they said) asked me to take their picture at the mall so that was nice.  I did make my way over to eat dinner out which I never do.  It was a cool place called Dukes Roadhouse where the girls are bouncy and sparkly.
Great atmosphere and the food is pretty good too.

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