snow!

me: does this account number maybe have another four at the beginning of it? because this isn't showing up. *tries it* no, that didn't work either.

him: no, it's ... four, four, nine, etc.

me: oh! four, four, nine instead of four, nine, nine. that works!

him: yeah. that's what i wrote.

me: oh. i'm sorry. your second four didn't look anything like your first one. in fact, it looked exactly like the nine right next to it!

srsly? i don't understand when it became so important to be right that people can't just admit their mistakes.

i was going to write about this incredible conversation my roommate and i had the other day about god and judging and how we pride ourselves on being open-minded and non-judgemental christians. what a crock of shit. the open-minded part, yes. the non-judgemental, not so much. because [and here's something that, though i think it, is still hard for me to grasp] judging anyone counts as judging. it doesn't matter if they are psychotic right-wing homosexual haters or conspiratorial abortion-backing agnostics. it is not my place, and not my job. christians are called to be the hands and feet of god - and those are not for smacking and stomping. they are for loving, encouraging, comforting, providing and caring. i've lived for a long time not feeling guilty about being a judgemental asshole, because i was only mean towards silly christians (and sometimes silly people in general). but i realize now that isn't okay anymore.
which sucks.

anyway, i wasn't going to write about that self-conviction.

i, as somewhat previously mentioned, am very abrasive, crass and sarcastic. i joke and tease and take very few things seriously. there's a kid in the youth group and in the sunday school class that i teach who is really a rockin' kid - but he's very earnest and honest and doesn't tend to recognize sarcasm and harsh joking when it's used. knowing his father, i understand, because his father is like that, too. i'm trying to connect with him and joke around with him (the kid, not the father), but it seems like everytime i do, he thinks that i'm trying to get onto him about something. i feel absolutely terrible about it, because he does nothing to deserve being chewed out. i know what i need to do from here on out, but i also feel like i owe him an apology. i don't know how to do that without making it seem like he's in trouble or something. blah. i'm so much better with older kids who don't care when i'm bitchy - they think it's hilarious anyway.


all that said, i need to get something to drink. and go grocery shopping.