Tag: Year Two – Top “Thinker” Posts
I wrote this when I met someone new and amazing, while contemplating how things had gone from so good to so terrible in my marriage, so slowly yet so quickly.
What if the answer isn't that you should find a way to be happy in the life you have? What if the answer is to take the very steps that everybody else thinks are stupid, weak, or wrong?
Oh man, is it ever tempting to dig and poke for the "truth" when we find out somebody else has a negative opinion about us. I'm telling you now. It won't end well.
This is a post I remember starting but not writing. It was written in a valley of depression. And while it's not upbeat, I hope we can all talk about it today.
Josh (a gay man) rocked the boat when he shared about his marriage to a straight woman. But as challenging a post as it was, something just didn't sit right with me.
That moment when you realize she doesn’t want you because the risk of you hurting her outweighs any good part of you...
After really intense responses on my "Dating Website Misrepresentation" post, I figured a serious discussion about dating, honesty, and being fat couldn't hurt.
Money. Things. Time. Which one are you going to fight for when it comes down to it and why is it the most important thing you'll ever do?
Oh man, is it ever tempting to dig and prod and poke for the "truth" when we find out somebody else has a negative opinion about us. I'm telling you now. It won't end well.
I made this photo worse (and confessed it) to make the driver look like a schmuck, and also to see who would give him the benefit of the doubt. Why was that so hard for us all?
To be anti-anything doesn't solve much at all, does it. And that goes for those of us in religions, and those of us out of religions. There is a better way to believe.
In the comments of my last post, it was repeatedly said, "You will never be happy with someone until you are happy being alone.” But I don't think that's true.
I am loved by many. And I am loved by no one. I am known by so many, and yet no person really knows me at all. The proof is the empty pillow next to mine.
After getting a homework assignment to write an essay about "I'm Christian, Unless You're Gay," one teen decided that enough was enough...
"Dan, I don't have a single real friend. Not one. Nobody." How to even respond has always escaped me. Until now.