Selfishness…Where’s the Line?

I work hard, I keep a strong eye on my money, cars, and home.  I save a lot.  I leave my cans in the recycle bin for the homeless guy to pick up, I donate $10 here and there to charities, I’ll buy a candy bar from the youth hockey team raising money for a tournament, but I’m still……..cheap.  I’m honestly downright stingy to those less fortunate.  I haven’t given more than a few dollars to the church I’ve been attending for a few years now.  The Bible says 10% of your income.  As far as I’m concerned I owe the church a few thousand dollars.

So my question is, where do you draw the line to determine whether or not you’re selfish?  Does the line differ when selfishness is in the eyes of the public compared to the eyes of God?  I hate to think I am selfish, but I’ll be the first to admit the guns come out when something happens to my money.  “MY” money……says who?  In all reality nothing is mine, and when I am dead no material item I have in this world, money included, will come with me as I stand before God.

It’s so easy to think about giving away your money to the poor.  I’ve always said if I were rich I’d hand out all kinds of money to all kinds of people.  Some just to put a smile on their face, and others so they may eat, have shelter, or be clothed.  Why do I have to wait until I’m rich?  I could do it now and God will provide…..right?  It’s these decisions that can eat away at my mind.  Questioning if I am living it right or if saving our money so my wife can get  new car is acceptable.  Will God approve?  If God provides am I allowed to accept or am I expected to disperse his gift to me to other? Go to love these ruminating thoughts.  I could go on and on, but it’s time for some shut eye.

Just Me and My Pussy

Every time my wife is cuddling with our cat I just start laughing inside thinking about some potty-mouth/humorous/immature joke.  It’s just like farting.  No matter how old I get it’s just funny.  In a previous post I recall talking about the little things in life that make waking up everyday worthwhile.  Sometimes inappropriate jokes or thoughts can be the little things that make your next breath worth taking.  It’s those moments of laughter I really want to begin focusing on.  Obviously not just the potty-mouth humor, but whatever moments can bring a smile.  Without smiling there’s really no reason to stick around.  (I don’t mean “there’s really no reason to stick around” as in kill yourself, I mean that figuratively or metaphorically, whichever one means don’t commit suicide.)

The point is that due to many small smiles, the past 36 hours have been surprisingly well.  I believe it’s the reason why I didn’t make a post yesterday.  I’ve been constantly reminding myself that my job is merely a job, chores around the house will get done when they get done, and low and behold (is that the phrase?), everything has gotten done around the house and I’m doing well at my job as told to me today during my one-on-one with my boss.  It’s hard to find an issue to discuss when you have one of those days that’s just…….good.

With that I bid you goodnight as I drift away to sweet dreams with my pussy (wife), and her pussy (cat).  Night!