Life is Weird

More than that, it is almost so weird that it is predictable, but not quite.  It is funny to me how serious the scriptures were when they declared that there is opposition in all things. 

I like shooting, owning, and carrying guns.  But it is expensive.  The government likes to keep ammo expensive and firearms limited.  And the hippies, liberals, and progressives think that I am an evil war-mongering murderer because I like my outdated right to bear arms.

I like pizza and other greasy foods; they  are so convenient.  But these are high in calories, cholesterol, fat, saturated fat, fatness, and the grease drips off of them.  They offer little to no nutrients in return; and though I often argue that a good pizza covers all the food groups (I am sure you can figure that out), they are quite bad for you.  sad.

I like learning.   But school has too much homework.

I love being in shape.  But I am not, and i miss it, and it is hard to get back to how i was back then.  I went for a run yesterday and almost died!  I am only freakin 21 here, what is it gonna be like when I get old?

I like a good, funny youtube video (like the one black kid saying "he was injured - injured BAD."  Now there are all those stupid commercials and adds to take the fun out of it.

I like good music.  Too bad most of it has already been written.  Most of what I hear today is pathetic.  The only generas I am still interested in (of currently producing music) are religious and movie sound tracks.

I still like the fat foods.

I love my wife. But I don't get enough time with her.

I love that she is pregnant.  Only problem is that now my breath and my smell make her sick (literally).
In short, nothing in life is perfect and nothing is free.  There is always some opposition, some way to see the glass as half empty.  I pity the poor losers who always complain about every imperfection in their miserable existences.  They miss out on the fact that they aren't that special; everyone's life has challenges - that is how God intended it to be. 

Every day is a matter of choice.  How do we deal with the challenges?  Is life good and full of oppurtunity, or does every day suck in a world full of ruthless jerks bent on your utter misery?  I dunno.  But I like it.  Life rocks.