A cheesy story

So it happened that more than a year ago that Matchgirl fell in love with a Stickboy that vaguely resembled her dad when he was young.

And like her mum, she was the oldest in her family and like her dad, Stickboy was the youngest in his family. Her mum used to tell Matchgirl that when she wanted to get her dad's attention before they started courting, she asked him to take her out to buy orange juice in the supermarket. Well as for Matchgirl, she cut her finger one day and Stickboy got her a plaster.

And everything was going along fine until Matchgirl had to go away to another country.

Then came a war and many sticksoldiers were ordered to fight, and they both got caught in the middle. Stickboy was drafted into the army but was injured and hurt his back so he had to stay at home for abit. Letters were sparse as one by one the postmen were killed and the post offices were bombed. Telephone cables were destroyed which didn't help. Soon enough, they couldn't communicate at all.

Then one day, Stickboy received a letter from Matchgirl saying she will not come back, at least not anytime soon. She explained very briefly that she had a baby that she had to attend to because the baby was sick. "I will explain later," she wrote.

A BABY??! Stickboy thought. He was heartbroken, betrayed and wounded inside, worse than any other physical injury he had. He wished he died in the war.

Then one day, Matchgirl came back. She was happy because she thought, at last, she could see Stickboy.

But Stickboy was hurt, and was not too pleased to see her although he still missed her badly.

"You said you had a baby. How could you do this to me?" he asked.

"It wasn't my baby, it was never mine to begin with. It is dead now."

She explained it was a baby she adopted because it lost its father in the war and mother in childbirth, she didn't have the heart to abandon the child when she saw him crying alone in the hospital where she worked. But in the end, he caught a fever and died.

"But look! Now I've come back!" Matchgirl told Stickboy.

And they got married, had a baby of their own and lived happily ever after. Ok, not really happily ever after because occasionally they would strike a flint in anger and burn each other but well. They were happy.

Public apology

Alright, I admit I'm wrong.

A few of my friends read my previous entry and said I really shouldn't do something like that and if I had a problem with someone, I should sort it out personally.

Here are a few things I thought of to defend myself:
1) I'm not gonna let people trample over me, I've had enough
2) I don't mind public shaming because really, if I sort it out personally, that person may just go on and do it to another person. Same with people borrowing money and never giving back, people lying and backstabbing...it's basically bad habits. No public shaming--no motivation for correction.
3) It's my blog.
4) I didn't do it out of anger, more out of indignation.
5) I'm tired of being nice all the time, I need some space to rant.

Here are a few things God told me:
1) I don't have any rights to begin with, all rights go back to Him.
2) Am I being a stumbling block?
3) 1 John 4...God is love, and those who love God loves his brother/sister/etc
4) Love covers a multitude of sins.
5) Rant to Him, not to people.
6) I should have tried reaching out to her and talking to her personally.

It's not really just about this issue but other things that people do to me that I push out of my mind or shrug my shoulders, but its still buried there until someone else comes along and digs it up. I once told my brother, "Your motto shouldn't be 'trust everyone until proven wrong', it should be 'trust no one until proven otherwise'."

I suppose there is a line between being a good Christian loving everyone and being a doormat. But I suppose if He's powerful enough to create the whole universe, He's powerful enough keep me from harm. And to pick me up when I do fall down.