When I do good, I feel good; when I do bad, I feel bad, and that is my religion.

I’m not a religious person.  I was brought up by a Mother who was [is] religious and thus we attended church each week.  Methodist, but not truly Methodist.  I was christened in the Methodist church in The Village of my Childhood … 



[look, it’s a picture, of me, albeit only ten months old, and don’t we all just adore the brown and blue combination of Mumsy’s formal wear, complete with spiffingly huge collar – now quit whining about the posting of photographs]


… a church which holds some good and some bad memories for me.  I argued, swore, screamed and cried in that church.  I think that g[G]od, if he exists, gave up on me when I was a child. 


But that’s cool, because I gave up on him too. 


It was all mutual. 


But sometimes I think how nice it would be to still have the child-like faith I had at the age of six, when I told Jesus that I was sorry for all my terrible child-like sins in the place where the sea is radioactive


Because if I still had that faith I’d be able to pray and ask g[G]od to decide once and for all to push my wisdom tooth up, or keep it where it is … anything to stop that baby-teething pain. 


Please pass me the Bonjela and the Nurofen, thank you muchly. 


please God bless my wisdom tooth, again xxx Elsabeth

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17 comments

  1. perfect torture picture!! woohoo!
    uh oh..as I sat here reading your post the dog was whiney…whimpering for me to let him out…because he goes to know one else to let him out. (they ignore his pleas) So I say under my breath real quiet like “indy you fucker be quiet”  Ms Scout somehow hears this whisper and says yeah Indy you fucker! :-O  bad bad mommy!

  2. Tooth pain is THE WORST!  Hope you’re still able to function!
    Oh, and my Aunt wore that same dress last fall to her daughter’s wedding…I’ve got a picture somewhere…

  3. You realise that this widsom tooth pain is god’s punishment to you for deserting him (what do I know, I deserted him at approximately 15 minutes old… I’m such a heathen)

  4. Owwww.  Much sympathy.  I used to put crushed paracetamol directly over the tooth, until one dentist spoilt my solution by informing me that I was risking mouth cancer that way.  Funny, the fact that Mum’s never had a problem didn’t appear as a retort at that point…. ~x~

  5. You were such a cute baby and that is a great pic of you two!  Oh honey, God hasn’t given up on you- He definitly still loves you.  Prayers for you, your pain, and your tooth- crazy that wisdom teeth hurt so much!

  6. Awh my dear! I’m so sorry you’re experiencing that. If it gets too much to bear, go to your dentist who will immediately try to bounce you off to a specialist and write a prescription for antiobiotics–which you should take. But you get to eat lots of ice cream–which is very childlike. But then you end up eating nothing but soup with soft bits–so you feel very old indeed. Feel better! Hope the pain killers help. Mine lasted for two weeks. Then it was all good until today! So we’re in the same wisdom tooth pain boat!

  7. Awww! So cute! <3
    (I am still holding out for a picture of the Midnight Blue hair, though. =P)
    I sympathize with all things tooth-y. Four years of orthodontics have not been forgotten. I suggest ice cream, mashed potatoes, jello, soup, ice cream, yogurt…and did I mention ice cream?

  8. I truly believe that if you get through life being a good and decent person, then you are living up to the expectations that ny God would set forth for you.

  9. aw cute – I posted loads of photos of myself when I was a bratling on Flickr recently.As for god – to tell you the truth I’ve been having the same thoughts lately. Admittedly mine haven’t been linked to wisdom teeth – but part of me just wishes I had faith in something.

  10. my name is sarahI am but three,My eyes are swollenI cannot see,I must be stupidI must be bad,What else could have madeMy daddy so mad?I wish I were betterI wish I weren’t ugly,Then maybe my mommyWould still want to hug me.I can’t speak at allI can’t do a wrongOr else I’m locked upAll the day longWhen I awake I’m all aloneThe house is darkMy folks aren’t home.When my mommy does comeI’ll try and be nice,So maybe I’ll get justOne whipping tonightDon’t make a sound!I just heard a carMy daddy is backFrom Charlie’s Bar.I hear him curseMy name he callsI press myselfAgainst the wall.I try and hideFrom his evil eyesI’m so afraid nowI’m starting to cry.He finds me weepingHe shouts ugly words,He says its my faultThat he suffers at work.He slaps me and hits meAnd yells at me more,I finally get freeAnd I run for the door.He’s already locked itAnd I start to bawl,He takes me and throws meAgainst the hard wall.I fall to the floorWith my bones nearly broken,And my daddy continuesWith more bad words spoken.”I’m sorry!”, I screamBut its now much too lateHis face has been twistedInto unimaginable hate.The hurt and the painAgain and againOh please God, have mercy!Oh please let it end!And he finally stopsAnd heads for the door,While I lay there motionlessSprawled on the floor.My name is SarahAnd I am but three,Tonight my daddyMurdered me.There was once alittle girl named Chelsey Mcaun. She was killed in1933, by a homicidal maniac who buried her alive while chanting a satanic chant.Those were the words spoken, and now you have read them…Anyone who reads the chant will meet this small child. In the middle of the night, she will be on your ceiling, as you sleep, she will suffacate you as she was suffacated.. Unless you send this to at least 20 people before tommorow, so she will leave you be. Some guy read those words,yet he didn’t believe it. So he didn’t send it. The very next day, his parents found him lying DEAD on his bed. chain lettters. i hate them       isnt that scary my heart is beating so fast!!!
    please dont coment back i just dont wnat to die
    this like so scary !!!!!! this gurl sent it 2 me

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