I Should Have Listened...

Here's a question for you to think on; has anyone ever told you something negative about themselves and your first reaction is to deny it as a nicety (or you really do just think they're being too harsh on themselves)?

I was thinking about that the other night when I turned on my t.v. to watch a late night movie, because I couldn't sleep. Whenever I do this little trick I put my t.v. on a timer, which automatically shuts it off after the designated period. I also usually put the t.v. on turner classic movies, because there is nothing like an old black and white to help me fall asleep.

On this particular night, the movie far from put me to sleep. It was one of my old favorites, "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers." I've loved this movie since I was a young girl. Then when I was in my early twenties I met a guy who said it was his favorite movie from way back. Awww...how sweet...we both loved this classic, timeless movie, about a bunch of rough mountain boys running off and kidnapping their brides.

As it was, any time the movie came up in conversation between me and this guy he would quote a line from one of the movies many songs (it is a musical), "I'm a lonesome polecat." Now if you don't know a polecat is another old fashion term for SKUNK.

This guy of mine was referencing himself as a skunk. I mean he really identified himself as a skunk, going as far as to put the name in email addresses and screen names. It became a sort of nickname for him.

Oh, I should have listened to him. I spent the next several (I should say, way too many) years of my life telling him he wasn't a skunk each time it came up in conversation.

Now, after seeing the movie again and being reminded of this man I would like to declare, that yes you are a SKUNK. You've never picked bones about the fact, and I now understand why you identify with that animal.

I understand that for some this blog is fairly uncharateristic of me. I usually don't resort to name calling (though I don't know if this counts because he's the one calling himself the name), but here I am blogging about it nonetheless. You'll have to read this blog as a therapeutic rant and if you're still confused read this previous blog to bring you up to speed.

Over a month later I'd ask for your continued prayers as I heal from my heartache. Thank you friend.