Anti-social vs Pro-social.
Those are the words that my PO used to describe someone who is either contributing or working towards the betterment of society or not. It made a lot of sense. I admitted to drinking with a friend and he notated it as an 'anti-social friend'. Pro-social people are the types that don't go out drinking, don't do illegal drugs, don't harbor hatred for authority figures, and so on and so forth. I'd never heard the term before but I liked it.
Anti-social people, on the other hand, aside from being the people who avoid everyone else, he described as not contributing to society or being a good member of it. While I thought labeling everyone who went out to the bar on occasion as a negative member of society was harsh, it made sense when I thought about the terminology while cross-referencing the Bible.
PS, if you haven't downloaded the Bible App, I definitely recommend it. While carrying around your physical copy of the Bible in your favorite translation is very cute, it's impractical in an age where nearly everyone owns a smartphone.
Proverbs 31:4-7, "It is not for kings, O Lemuel, to guzzle wine. Rulers should not crave alcohol. For if they drink, they may forget the law and not give justice to those oppressed. Alcohol is for the dying, and wine for those in bitter distress. Let them drink to forget their poverty and remember their troubles no more."
I swear the verse becomes more insightful the more I criticize it. I only criticize things to understand them better, mind you, because I don't judge and haven't for most of my life. I seek understanding, which I don't entirely remember may or may not be a sin, through what I read was the devil's advocate's method. Sounds funny, but it always works unless you're working with someone or something that finds subtle rebuke to be it's bane.
Speaking of one's bane, I find that mine is (aside from latex gloves, stubborn people, anyone who is on somewhat of a high-horse, anyone who thinks that they know what is best for me, and complete abstinence from all substances that I deem not fit for someone with self control's consumption) people. Then again, as I delve into what annoys me I find it isn't so much people as much as it is their proximity. The distance to which their voice carries. How easy I find them to be understood. Their likelihood from past experience that they'll speak of me without me present. The only thing that really bothered me about their proximity was how close they were to me or where I was going. Their voice's volume peeved me to a degree based on how likely the conversation would be become not-so-private and whether or not it seemed appropriate to talk in the given time or place.
Bible, God, Jesus, all say not to hate people. That means harboring strong adverse feelings against anyone no matter what they've done or said. That means no revenge, right? Then again, I heard from someone at Bible Study that an eye for an eye was A-O-K in Leviticus. Still, that didn't mean it was okay. The situation I am currently thinking about wouldn't even deem that right, as said individual technically may or may not have been the culprit, and the distress the action had caused was agreeable with as soon as I'd realized that fighting anymore was futile. The only thing really worth fighting for was respect, being a better person, making time for God & your family & friends, and money.
I needed to work on my legato factor. I assumed that it would hopefully get easier very soon. This is because I missed my last med-check/doctor's appointment. No more Adderall or Xanax. Yeah, I loved them for their instantaneous panic-be-gone, no-distractions, no-depression, no-slow-mornings, no-sleepless-nights, no-sad-feelings benefits, but they did have their costs. The cohesiveness of thought, conversation, and character altogether suffered at the lack of 'from-within' & 'through-God' remedies for the panic, lack of focus, sluggishness, depression, sadness, sleep.
Aside from all that, he thought I was doing pretty well. I liked hearing that. Winter loomed with the threat of bone-chilling weather and sickness but weary of them as I was, I felt okay with what I knew I was up against for the time being.
ALSO, I need to let you all know this; Any character appearing in this blog Days I Haven't Died are purely fictional and any similarities to real-life people, places, and things are purely coincidental. This blog is not meant to offend anyone or sway anyone's theological beliefs.
I should've said this at the beginning, but I forgot. Oh well.
Those are the words that my PO used to describe someone who is either contributing or working towards the betterment of society or not. It made a lot of sense. I admitted to drinking with a friend and he notated it as an 'anti-social friend'. Pro-social people are the types that don't go out drinking, don't do illegal drugs, don't harbor hatred for authority figures, and so on and so forth. I'd never heard the term before but I liked it.
Anti-social people, on the other hand, aside from being the people who avoid everyone else, he described as not contributing to society or being a good member of it. While I thought labeling everyone who went out to the bar on occasion as a negative member of society was harsh, it made sense when I thought about the terminology while cross-referencing the Bible.
PS, if you haven't downloaded the Bible App, I definitely recommend it. While carrying around your physical copy of the Bible in your favorite translation is very cute, it's impractical in an age where nearly everyone owns a smartphone.
Proverbs 31:4-7, "It is not for kings, O Lemuel, to guzzle wine. Rulers should not crave alcohol. For if they drink, they may forget the law and not give justice to those oppressed. Alcohol is for the dying, and wine for those in bitter distress. Let them drink to forget their poverty and remember their troubles no more."
I swear the verse becomes more insightful the more I criticize it. I only criticize things to understand them better, mind you, because I don't judge and haven't for most of my life. I seek understanding, which I don't entirely remember may or may not be a sin, through what I read was the devil's advocate's method. Sounds funny, but it always works unless you're working with someone or something that finds subtle rebuke to be it's bane.
Speaking of one's bane, I find that mine is (aside from latex gloves, stubborn people, anyone who is on somewhat of a high-horse, anyone who thinks that they know what is best for me, and complete abstinence from all substances that I deem not fit for someone with self control's consumption) people. Then again, as I delve into what annoys me I find it isn't so much people as much as it is their proximity. The distance to which their voice carries. How easy I find them to be understood. Their likelihood from past experience that they'll speak of me without me present. The only thing that really bothered me about their proximity was how close they were to me or where I was going. Their voice's volume peeved me to a degree based on how likely the conversation would be become not-so-private and whether or not it seemed appropriate to talk in the given time or place.
Bible, God, Jesus, all say not to hate people. That means harboring strong adverse feelings against anyone no matter what they've done or said. That means no revenge, right? Then again, I heard from someone at Bible Study that an eye for an eye was A-O-K in Leviticus. Still, that didn't mean it was okay. The situation I am currently thinking about wouldn't even deem that right, as said individual technically may or may not have been the culprit, and the distress the action had caused was agreeable with as soon as I'd realized that fighting anymore was futile. The only thing really worth fighting for was respect, being a better person, making time for God & your family & friends, and money.
I needed to work on my legato factor. I assumed that it would hopefully get easier very soon. This is because I missed my last med-check/doctor's appointment. No more Adderall or Xanax. Yeah, I loved them for their instantaneous panic-be-gone, no-distractions, no-depression, no-slow-mornings, no-sleepless-nights, no-sad-feelings benefits, but they did have their costs. The cohesiveness of thought, conversation, and character altogether suffered at the lack of 'from-within' & 'through-God' remedies for the panic, lack of focus, sluggishness, depression, sadness, sleep.
Aside from all that, he thought I was doing pretty well. I liked hearing that. Winter loomed with the threat of bone-chilling weather and sickness but weary of them as I was, I felt okay with what I knew I was up against for the time being.
ALSO, I need to let you all know this; Any character appearing in this blog Days I Haven't Died are purely fictional and any similarities to real-life people, places, and things are purely coincidental. This blog is not meant to offend anyone or sway anyone's theological beliefs.
I should've said this at the beginning, but I forgot. Oh well.
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