Judging from the issues of our generation, if family ever taught us one thing, it's that people all are freaks. Your best friends, your boyfriends (or girlfriends), your coworkers, your codependent relationships...they will all fail you at some point. It's the nature of being human. And yet we all somehow came out of our broken families with an inversely logical quest for that one person who will defy everything else we've ever known to be true in ourselves and in everyone we've ever known longer than two weeks.
In the last few weeks, I've had close friends assume the worst of me, seen family of a good friend completely bail in tragedy, Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston file for divorce, and generally been reminded that people -- as much as I love 'em -- are so overrated. We self-overrate, we expect more from others than we know they can give, we idolize celebrities for crying out loud. Let's take a step back.
It's a good thing I've got the God who actually exceeds expectation and imagination to counter-balance my own humanness and those around me. What I can depend on in people comes off Craigslist and eBay, and the occasional listening ear and shoulder to cry on. And what more could I really ask for?
So you can look for DJ Mixtine maybe not dropping beats in a gig anytime soon, but certainly stalking you if you are a seller of Technic 1200s with some good needles.
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Reminds me of why we do that call and response ("God is good." "All the time.") in church. There really isn't anyone else who can do the "all the time" part. I'm still learning that people are not that bad when I remove the crushing weight of God-sized expectations.
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