I don't have much to say. But this goes out to all the people who have tried to bring me down. To all the people who have kicked me when I'm down. To all the people who have ever tried to hate on me or talk bad about me.

I'm HAPPY AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!!!!

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so worthless.....you figure out what it says everyone else always tries to......

So I just wanted to say that Fable 2 on Xbox 360 is a great game and everyone needs to get it and play it.

Matthew 5:37:But let your statement be, 'Yes, yes' or 'No, no'; anything beyond these is of evil. (New American Standard Bible)

Whether we accept Christ as our Lord and Savior to change our lives, or we just make the decision to live morally acceptable lives, we all come to a crossroad in deciding what is "good" and what is "bad" behavior or actions. OK that was confusing for me and I wrote it. So let me try it this way: In life we try to distinguish between a BIG sin and a little sin. A white lie is better than a lie. Smoking is better than drinking. I cheat on my wife, but at least I don't beat her. I masturbate, but I'm not having sex. I don't believe in Jesus Christ, but I go to church or at least I pray.

Well if it still doesn't make sense in what I'm trying to say hopefully you'll get it one day. The reason I entitled this comprosexes is for those of us who are trying to do things God's way i.e. not having sex before we are married or in my case not having sex "again" until I'm married; we make this decision, and we stick to it, but sometimes we compromise what constitutes as "sex", "sexual", and "sinful". Now if I'm the only one who does this please let me know. I'm writing this to let everyone know that we can't make the decision to stop having sex and live for Christ, but not decide to let everything else go.

What I mean is you can't negotiate with God and say, "Well since I'm giving up sexual intercourse, can me and my spouse perform oral sex on one another? I mean that's not sex right?" Or maybe we say,"Ok so I'm giving up all kinds of sexual activities, but can't we still lust after one another and talk about what we will do to each other when we get married?" Not those two situations how about this, "So I'm not having sex, I'm not even going to tempt anyone to come close to having sex, but I think it is ok for me to watch porn and take care of my own needs right? I mean God what's the harm in that?"

Compromising is a great tool in relationships, but when you compromise with the flesh... it only leads to distruction, sorrow, guilt, and pain. Your flesh is always seeking self-gratification. The flesh is the physical manifestation of the "id" Jesus said in Matthew 26:41- Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak. (Now this was Christ talking to His disciples, when they were falling asleep while he was praying in the Garden of Gethsemane.) The flesh is weak, and if you try to compromise with it you will lose. The flesh is never satisfied and it will only sustain our feeble attempts to satisfy it momentarily, but it will crave a stronger high and eventually your compromise with it will be broken. Crucify your flesh daily and do not compromise with your flesh, with your mind, or with the devil and temptation. Simply let your yes be yes and your no be no. Romans 6:23 makes it clear that there is no compromise with sin:

For the wages of sin is death but the Gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ.

What will we choose???

Jill Scott who is one of my favorite singers sings this song called love rain. I love the beat and the words. She's amazing. And quite a beautiful songstress.

I wonder what love rain looks like and found this picture

I wish some love rain would rain down on me. It looks so nice, so sexy, so beautiful. I bet it falls on your skin and kisses the wounds away. Soothes you to the point that every drop is like the feeling of first love, fresh love, fresh love right off the love wagon.

You ever felt like you can smell rain? What if you could smell love right before it comes? I wonder what it would smell like?

You know love rain probably feels like the soothing hot water of your shower after a long day of work. Or the one you love bringing you breakfast in bed or making you dinner after a long day at work.

Love rain man I would love some of that love rain to rain down on me.

I just recently was asked if it is OK for a woman to ask a man out on a date.

Shoot I forgot that people still ask people on dates. And now you're asking me if the female ask male transaction of initiating a date should happen.

My answer is yeah I think it is OK.

To be honest if the woman isn't too pushy and says all the right things shoot I think it is sexy.

Now should they pay for the date is a whole other issue.

Hey we no longer live in a world where men do everything and women sit back and wait for (dating) to happen to them. I say ladies if you want to ask and the man hasn't made any moves than go ahead. But if I'm breaking some kind of commandment by saying this than please feel free to correct me.

Now the question I pose to you is should a woman propose marriage to the guy she wants to be her husband? (Based on comments I will add a new post)

I don't know what it is but life just seems a little different since I've turned another year older. I'm just so excited that I have a new out look on life. I feel better about being in my own skin. I feel better about being me. I can't believe it! Despite everything that is going on in my life, even the stress of school and internship; I'm just feeling good about being alive, being me, and having the love of my family (and that includes my friends).

I LOVE GOD

I love to dance (although I'm not as smooth as most people are on the dance floor, just being out there having fun, moving somewhat to the beat, and dancing the night away is now one of my top things to do) I love to dance.

I love to see the pretty smile of the beautiful women I see from day to day.

I love telling the people who make my day that they make my day.

I love my freedom.

I love being in love. (although I'm not at the moment) lol

I love listening to Jill Scott and writing in my blog.

I love my smile.

I love my chocolate skin.

I love dark skin women.

I love brown skin women.

I love light skin women.

I love women who are petite and cute.

I love women who have a little meat on their bones and a whole lot of confidence.

I love sexy pretty face big women who love themselves and love their appearance.

I love my DAD!

I love my MOMMY!

I love my graduate school family.

I love listening to Jill Scott.

I love the thought of finding a wife.

I love women.

I love positive people.

I love sleep.

I love dreaming of being a super hero.

I love the Imitation of Life.

I love the Color Purple.

I love to read.

I love to sing.

I love me.

I love

So today is my Birthday and I'm at school, but this is the last birthday God willing that I will not be partying. I did do all my partying over the last two weekends so I think I'm good for now lol. I just wanted to wish my self a happy birthday and let all the people know that today a special person was born and that person was me.

Have you ever just felt like you were defeated? Have you ever felt like life was just throwing too much at you at one time?

I have and it today while sitting on the bus I felt like I was going to explode in a rainfall of tears. I was overwhelmed and exhausted, but hated the fact that I was complaining.

Then I prayed. I asked God to help me to overcome this sadness. I rode the bus to my internship and I prayed. Then I opened my Bible and I read Philippians. I started to feel better.

Then I read Psalm 121 and then turned on my Ipod and started listening to Israel and New Breed's Here I Am To Worship. I started to feel better.

I'm grateful to know Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. I needed Him today.

I'm no longer defeated how about you?

joe4christ.blogspot.com

Fact: 8:00 pm at the bus stop in Washington DC. As I approached the bus stop, exhausted from the full day of internship, school work, and walking from class to class; I walked up on this young woman who appeared to be in her twenties, but unkempt hair and an old Walkman she was listening to made her look a lot older. I couldn't make out the song she was singing as she danced around the bus stop, but it seemed to be a song of some woman getting over the loss of some terrible man she dated. This young woman was singing her heart out, although to the other people waiting for the bus it sounded more like a cat being cut into pieces slowly. (No joke it was horrible), but she was crying as she sung and didn't care what we thought about her singing. One man went as far to ask her to be quiet. She gave him a crazed look, threw her middle finger at him, and kept on singing. I sat down on the bench after looking at what time the bus would come and waited. She danced around a few more times and then turned the Walkman off, sat down next to me, and pulled out a Huge Joint and lit it up. I didn't say anything as she began to smoke this thing and I just prayed that the bus would come and that she wouldn't start tripping, because I didn't know what the heck she was smoking. The bus came, I got on, she got on, and my mind began to play her story.

Bus Ride Fiction: I was instantly taken to this young lady in high school. She looked the same except her hair was cut short and she was dressed in jeans and a blue t-shirt. She was sitting in the cafeteria with some friends and talking about the latest fashion. She had a smile that was out of this world; not the crazed one that showed her damaged teeth I had seen in the real world. She had friends, she was in school, and she looked happy.

Fact: My mind was pulled away from the movie as she shifted from one seat to another. She was pulling on her hair and had the other bus patrons looking on in fear. She sat down in the seat directly across from where I was sitting and propped one leg in the chair, grabbed her hair, and looked out the window in a blank gaze. I was staring intently at her, trying to get back to the story my mind was creating, but I couldn't find it and then she looked at me; caught me staring. I quickly turned away and the movie started playing again.

Bus Ride Fiction: There she was with her friends, but this time they were in the schools bathroom and she was crying. Her friends, one a tall dark skin girl and the other a averaged height brown skin girl were comforting her. She was crying because she caught her boyfriend cheating on her and didn't know what to do. Her friends said he should just leave him alone, but she was in love with him. Then the tall dark skin friend pulled out a small joint and offered it to her friend saying that this would make her feel better. The young lady felt that this wasn't the solution, but her friends insisted. She smoked the joint and she seemed to instantly begin to calm down. She slide to the floor of the bathroom and began to cry again. Her friends left her sitting there. The young lady pulled out a note book and began to write a song. It was how a woman could give all her love, her body, her soul, and her heart to a man and he would still end up loving someone else. As she wrote I cringed as she gripped the pen so hard that her hand began to bleed. Her blood mixed in with the ink of the pen and became life in the book. (At this moment in real life I'm looking at the girl as she puts her Walkman back on and pushes play). The girl in my minds movie then takes the book and rips out the pages. She wraps the pages into this huge joint and lights it. The girl then puts the pages to her lips and begins to smoke it. Slowly the world around us begins to melt and her hair grows longer, dirty, and matted together. Her teeth begins to rot, the air around us becomes foul, and she starts to look like she does in the real world. I look and I see the words from the book becomes an audio tape, she picks it up, and she begins to cry. Then it all stops.

Fact: The movie stops as she rings the bell to get off the bus. She is still pulling her hair and listening to her Walkman as she gets off. I hear some people whispering to one another saying how crazy she was or how she smelled like smoke. I on the other hand just watched as she got off the bus and wondered how much of my fiction was her facts.

END

Her name is Erica.

Erica is talking to her best friend Lisa.

Erica: Marvin is with that other woman right now.

Lisa: No he isn't girl I would leave his sorry butt.

Erica: No I can't leave him I love him; even if he's cheating on me emotionally I still love him.

Lisa: Well you need to put him in his place. He doesn't need to be talking to her about his feelings. Shoot what does he have to be sad about? He has a beautiful fiance who loves him, a job that pays him well, and a car that works. So why does he need to talk to you about his feelings? Girl I told you he was soft.

Erica: Lisa girl you are too much, but you're right. I've told him before that he needs to stop complaining to me about his job or how his day went. I mean he's a man and he's supposed to work and take care of home. I mean I love Marvin don't get me wrong, but he is too soft. I mean he's almost my dream come true, except he doesn't bring that rough man to the house.

Lisa: I told you that you should have stayed with Quinton. Yeah he couldn't hold down a decent job all the time and he was a little off the hook, but you had excitement with him and he definitely ain't try to come to crying like no little girl.

Erica: (sucks her teeth): Lisa Quinton was not for me OK. I've told you I grew out of that, but I do wish Marvin could man up like Quinton did. When things got rough for Quinton he didn't complain, he took the world by the shoulders and beat it into submission.

Lisa: Whew now that's a man. You need to leave Marvin weak butt; especially since he found a new girl to talk to.

Erica: He says they are just friends, but all I know is that he's cheating on me emotionally. But he says that talking to another woman about our problems and his concerns isn't cheating. He says at least he's not sleeping with her.

Lisa: Well if you guys keep going the way you are and he keeps running to her. She might just let him run right to in between her...

(Erica cuts Lisa off)

Erica: Don't talk like that Lisa. You know I hate it when you say stuff like that.

Lisa: Alright, but don't sit around and wait for it to happen. Maybe you need a shoulder to cry on as well.

Congrats to my two best friends who will be getting married in one week. I'm so happy for the both of them. I pray that God will bless their marriage and that they will fall in love with each other everyday. I love you both and again congrats!!!! Yeah and I will be there when pastor says I know pronounce you Husband and Wife!!!! I'm glad to be you guys' friend.

Yay to marriage!!!

Love Joe

I ride on public transportation now. I ride the bus in the DC Metro area. I hated the bus, so before I destroyed my ride, I would drive to the train station, park my car, and ride the train, but all this has changed since the train is expensive and I have no car.

This is pointless to write about I tell myself, you have no reason to complain, and who wants to read a blog about you complaining about public transportation anyway? Then while riding on the bus depressed and wishing that I had the power to change the atmosphere; so that everyone on the bus could be sad with me, a lady sat next to me. Her hair was messy, she smelled really bad, and she looked as if someone had beat her up, but she had the biggest smile on her face when she sat next to me and said good morning. And I wondered: what in the world could she be happy about? Then I reflected: what reason do I have to be sad? Then I thought about asking her what happened, but fear and not wanting to be rude kept me from asking. So I began to play her story in my head. Like from her childhood to now. The whole ride on the bus her story played out in my head until she got off the bus. As soon as she got off the bus her movie stopped playing and I was back in my own reality. I was angry she got off the bus, because I wanted to know what happened next. Literally my mind wouldn't continue playing my version of her life, because she no longer sat next to me. Her story or what my mind believed was her story was so vivid, so powerful, so exciting, climactic, and full of excitement, that I wanted to blog about it, but her story I won't share; mainly because I can't remember it as clearly as I would like to.

What I will do is blog about the people I see on the bus. I will be using real people that I encounter on the bus, but their stories will be fiction. As I write this I wonder if people are playing out my story in their own minds. A lot happens on the bus, don't believe me ride one.

I hope you guys like it.

Joseph aka jwriter

1. Ladies if you want a man to respect you, you have to first respect yourself. Don't expect to be treated with respect by someone else if you don't even respect yourself.

2. Ladies if you want a man who respects you; then you need to look for a man and stop talking to boys. Don't get upset if the boy you are talking to acts like a boy.

3. If you lie down with Dogs you will come up with fleas!

4. Ladies a man will only do to you what you allow him to do. If he does it anyway you might want to leave him alone, or call the police.

5. Fellas, you're not a punk or gay if you are a gentleman and you respect women. You are not less of a man, but you prove that you are in fact a man because you can respect them.

6. "A gentle word turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger."-Proverbs 15:17.

7.If a man does not respect his own mother and sister what makes you think he will respect you ladies?

8. "It is to a man's honor to avoid strife, but every fool is quick to quarrel."-Proverbs 20:39.

9. Fellas don't be a welcome mat for no one; including your woman. And don't treat no one else that way.

10. Love

11. Forgive and don't hold grudges. The person you are mad at doesn't even care. Holding a grudge gives them power over you and it only hurts you!!!

12. Don't do drugs people, fellas don't do sluts, and ladies don't do men that will beat the heck out of you.

13. Love has nothing to do with abuse.

14. A nice guy does not mean he is a punk or pushover!

15. A woman who smokes is not attractive. Especially stank cigarettes!

16. Don't steal from people, get a job and buy your own stuff!

Him is named Marvin.

Marvin: We had a fight and I told her about us.

Other Woman: What about us???

Marvin: That you're just my friend whose been helping me through my issues.

(She moves closer to him)

Other woman: What did she say?

Marvin: That I was "emotionally cheating on her!" You women crack me up with your different perspectives on relationships.

Other woman: No you men are funny because you're so clueless about stuff until it happens to you. Women have been through so much that we knew the definitions because men were creating them. And now that women are finally seeing the "benefits" of what "cheating" has done for men...now men want to say oh no she hurt me or my feelings are hurt. (She laughs)

Marvin: Wait a minute I never said or feel like cheating is beneficial! Cheating is wrong. Kissing someone else is wrong or sleeping with someone else is wrong, but me talking to my friend; who happens to be a woman about my relationship issues is wrong?? (Throws his hands in the air) I'm an emotional cheater.

Other woman: I've told you Marvin you've should've been talking to her about how you feel.

Marvin: other woman but she wouldn't listen. Her is not attracted to a man who shares his feelings. Her is not attracted to a man who cries or hurts. Her is just, she's just stuck on her ideal man and not the man she's with!!!

Other woman: Well maybe you should move on a let her find her ideal man. (She hugs him and then kisses his forehead).

Him: You can't say I'm cheating! I didn't sleep with her.

Her: You don't get it!!!

Him: Get what? Huh! What don't I get? I told you that she and I are friends. She's just a FRIEND!!!

Her: But I'm more than a friend! I've given you everything I have and that's not enough for you. I've changed my whole life just to be with you.

Him: Yeah you've changed your life, but you changed it for you!!! You come home and you spend more time with yourself than you do with me. She talks to me when I need a friend. She asks me how my day was and knows when I've had a bad day.

Her: And you don't see anything wrong with that???

Him: Yeah I do! It should be you, but it’s not so my friend is doing it for me. She's a friend and we talk about everything.

Her: WHY!!!! WHY!!!! Why would you do this to me?

Him: What the hell are you TALKING ABOUT???!!! YOU ACT LIKE I STEP OUT ON US OR I'M SNEAKING AROUND ON YOU! I'm committed to you and you alone. She's just there when you're not around to meet my emotional needs.

Her: That's my point!

Him: WHAT?!?!

Her: You're cheating on me on an emotional level.

Him: There's no such thing, but if it is you shouldn't have left any room for the next woman to do so...