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This was tucked into my fortune cookie yesterday:

“You are the master of every situation.”

I don’t think I have ever received a more bold faced lie wrapped in something so sweet. If anything the past year has taught me that I am the master of…well…nothing. I can’t even keep my own head on straight at this point.

More and more each day as I fight Satans whispers in my ear, my own dysfunction, and the random weeping I realize that I am the master of NONE. It is god who is master of all, he is the master of my life and he is the one who I am learning

v e r y s l o w l y

to give everything over to. The verse that I have deemed my life verse and the has been getting me through most days is Lukas 1,38 “Da sagte Maria: Ich bin die Magd des Herrn: mir geschehe, wie du es gesagt hast.”

The part I hang onto the most is “Ich bin die Magd des Herrn.” In english it means, “I am the Handmaiden of the Lord.”

A handmaiden is not a Master.

I am master of none.

Being away from home I have had a lot of time to do more reading then usual. On the flight out I picked up Fortune Magazine, mostly because of its great cover. The article is a really interesting look into how an older workforce views my peers and age group. I don’t think that I fall into all of the descriptions that they gave but it is insightful to know that when a possible employer looks at me they see everything they think that my age group represents as well. You can find the article here.

Watch, then read.

I saw this commercial during the Super Bowl on Sunday. I am by no means a football fan. Not that I’m hating, but I just don’t follow it. The Super Bowl is probably the only game I watch during a year and even then I would avoid it if I could. Usually I just wait for the commercials that are suppose to be funny…unlike this one.

Can I say that I was really upset when I saw it? Someone pointed out to my initial distress, “It’s just a machine”.

Yeah, it’s just a robot, something the we build for our convenience but what upsets me is the deeper meaning behind it.

This robot places all of its value on the cars that are around it and when it drops a screw it can find no other happiness and so tries to ‘kill’ itself. Yeah, the character may only be a little yellow robot but the message is meant for the rest of us and that’s where I have a problem. Why is our society okay with advertisers sending a message that declares “If you don’t own/have/look like this product then you might as well kill yourself” over the most watched event in our nations annual calendar? It no wonder as many people struggle with depression and suicidal thoughts in our society, according to the Super Bowl, if you don’t drive a GM you might as well kill yourself. There was so much uproar about a little nipple during the half time show two years ago, yet no one will stop to challenge the advertisers and say it’s wrong to say that killing yourself is okay.  

Please understand that I’m all about freedom of speech and don’t want to see our society turn into a 1984 nightmare but at the same time I have to quesiton why we as a society don’t take action against the companies that want to spoon feed us messages about how our worth is soley based on what we own, how much we make etc. Its almost as if the Big Brother in America isn’t the government but the large corporations who decide for us what is beautiful, worthwhile or a ‘must have’. It’s the Walmarts, GM’s, Vogues, and as much as it breaks my heart…the Targets….of our society that are controlling our minds and telling us that we have no value unless we have that ‘IT’ item.

Yeah, its just a machine but there’s a message behind it. So my quesiton is: will you be a tool? 

The good news: nothing other then my ego was hurt.

The bad news: I am still determined to learn how to ride.

PS. Turn the volume down, I can’t figure out how to get rid of the annoying buzz.

Would you ever save a gift for 20 years so that when you gave it to that person it would have the most impact?

My parents did. In 1986 when I was a destructive toddler they bought me a doll kitchen with about a hundred or so pieces all about the sizes of quarters. Instead of giving it to me to thrash, they saved it, hid it away. This year for my 22nd birthday they gave it to me. It is so cool that my parents love me enough to save me a gift until the right time when it would be most valued. And yeah, they look really cool in yellow.

 

So this is the world of blogging. Interesting. It has only been 15 minutes and I am already confused. So big, I feel I should say something really profound, like, “It’s all crap anyways!” That isn’t profound? Well, then I guess it is all crap anyways.