It is rumoured that men will do anything for sex. It is also rumoured that women will do anything for a sense of authority no matter how fleeting. If it does not make sense for too long and feels like a total abrogation of the Magna Carta and everything that King John, Robinhood and Maid Marianne would hold dear, then maybe Ms. Jesse Belle has thrown something in the mix to adulterate the good sense of everyone with flagranted delicto about what was promised. King John said that "...we have also granted to all freemen of our kingdom, for us and our heirs for ever, all the underwritten liberties, to be had and held by them and their heirs, of us and our heirs for ever..."
Now, why would Ms. Jesse Belle want to do that; adulterate what was promised.
She may have had a father who was rejected at three years old and wanted to control everything she did in fear that if she was to move away and have her hope for a life apart from him and his emotional dependency, he would have to face himself and his unwillingness to forgive his mother. His Sanguine stirrer cousin was also a bit of a bitter pill but vain in that he would put his urine in his niece's and his nephew's coconut water brought as a gift to their townhomes. It made him and the other family feel close. This nephew and niece were quite foreign in their thinking. The urine would also satisfy the Sanguine brother's self-absorbed vanity in that it affected the children's facial dimensions by a few milimetres; especially their teeth and gums and gave them a little burn when expelling it doing a number one in the toilet. The daughter, she chose not to stop taking responsibility for her emotions and decided to control anyone or anything she felt was a happy blessed thing like a dog or cat. The plants died in her house but it is not that she was evil. She seems to have taken responsibility for the plants dying as well and said I kill everything. She did not follow the recipe for good plant growth. But, she did make good biscotti. Her friends weren't so sure.
She also had a problem with little mishaps. She would sometimes forget part of pants suit from Rietmans or Tablots at home while on the way to the dry cleaner. But, she would swear to curse her husband as imperfect if he made the same faux pas. How would she solve this? Was it being OCD? But, what was the root? Apparently, she had to follow little formulas with her family and felt quite accepted for it and could not stand a frown on the Father's face. He was the perfect husband to her and said she could not understand why her mother had him and not her. That was to dishonor her parent's union if not just her mother. It was a wonder why such a seemingly able girl did not have a husband and was sort of a virgin at 43. It was not necessary for her to iron clothes for a husband because she bought the mangos as 2 for 1 everyday.
She thought her father was a wigg in the way he read books about being a good good man as if the bible was not enough. Wiggs were like engineers and horticulturalists who liked to see the natural order and had some giftings but their giftings did not circumvent the other universal principals and give them any licence to do so. What about their children since the "gifts of God are without repentance" and wages of sin is death? What if we say the wages of unrepentant sin is death-(1st John 1:9)? There were many Kings in this line or in their cousin's line but not every king was referred to happily. Some were known as apostate kings and its true that the people wanted them to do stuff to make them feel as if he was horrible and terrible and revered for doing it like having a horse to ride in on instead of a donkey or killing 10,000 like one of his great great great grandfathers. This is taken from a real-life example.
Now, she didn't need to iron clothing but maybe just to relax; that no one was going to find her imperfect because it is just obvious. The plants are dead and she was a time nazi. There was one young man who decided to test her need for perfection and showed up at the icecream parlour called Prom de Annual Baskins a little late. It was a really classy place but she never forgave him after that and kept on trying to subvert his efforts for forgiveness almost twenty years later but they were a perfect couple. He was late only because he went to someone to get a look at his teeth and tongue before all that Baskins to remind him he was good and she( "fear of being unable to iron well" girl) wanted to save that for the wedding. He would have settled for a meaningful and purposeful hug. It was very innocent actually. http://books.google.ca/books?id=7cB2FHw950EC&pg=PA10&lpg=PP1&dq=road+less+travelled#v=onepage&q=p.143&f=false -p140., p.143.
She just had to be honest and read that page in M. Scott Peck's book; the one about not running away from a growth moment in relationship but no one can control. Leave if you want to leave and don't hastle that young man now. You wanted perfection and perfection is always one relationship away. Forgive your friends for telling you to suck your father's finger as a way to go forward with your boyfriend/fiance. That was the advice to go backward but you do well to do as your told for the approval of the group. The way forward was to suck his finger if at all as practice. That would have been a good way to start enjoying your conjugal rights in betrothal; why soo silly?
http://books.google.ca/books?id=7cB2FHw950EC&pg=PA10&lpg=PP1&dq=road+less+travelled#v=onepage&q=p.149&f=false -p.140, p.149.
If you suffered some pain of rejection, then remember that God did not make you so that someone can try to send you out of his universal sense of acceptance. Let that friendemy or spouseemy go. Enjoy the sandbox moment in your life with someone who wants the same sandbox and "gelato and cream parlour for two" moment every day. Forgive quickly when you meet them and forgive quickly everyday. Forgive your father for forgetting to calculate popcorn money into what was required to bring the family to the fair. It happened a few times but at least you were at the fair. Some kids had families who could not even afford that. They had to enjoy the public park for most of their childhood and the community pool with the slide. They learned to be content and not mammon addicts; you get me tho brov?
http://books.google.ca/books?id=7cB2FHw950EC&pg=PA10&lpg=PP1&dq=road+less+travelled#v=onepage&q=p.148&f=false p.140, p.148.
Go on. Read it! You wrote it because you love Him.
P.144. p.144. p.144, p. 144, p.144, p.144, p.144, p.144, p.144, p.144
P.148, p.148, p.148, p. 148, p.148, p.148, p.148, p.148, p.148, p.148
That loving relationship where someone can learn about your ironing expertise involves quite horrendously something anti-ikea; a risk more personal and therefore fequently more fearsome and frightening than that of any soldier entering battle. The soldier cannot run because the gun is pointed at his back as well as his front. Does God point guns to evince http://thesaurus.com/browse/ensure your growth? No. He does not but He will lovingly show you the way and you can choose. The spirit of disobedience is like the spirit of_____________(John 14:15-21). Some would take the risk of disapproval by many than risk losing the fellowship of the One(Isaiah 26:3) especially at exam time. But, the individual trying to grow can always retreat into the easy and familiar patterns of a more limited past.
Is there anything else? You are a happy girl and you walk well down by the park in the summer. Rub your finger or put it in your pocket but be happy. Did you ever www...wonder how you know some old people or even sufficiently responsible young people are together even though they don't have rings on? It's just that I can tell, when I look at them, what happened last night. I don't know how.
One thing that makes us all human is the ability to dance in varied, rhythmic dance patterns; not like chimps in a routine but as elegant individuals capable of complicated and loving symbiotic movements like the Hustle, Cha Cha, Lindy Hop (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAAAV7BB1HU )or the Jig "Lord of the Dance."
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