Things I don't Like [confessions of a displaced rebel]

Some day I'm going to write a song to the tune of "These are a frew of my favorite things" only it will be "these are a few of my least favorite things."
On the top of the list will, of course, be Pintrest, the devil in disguise.
And then there will be another slew of things that most people in my place in life actually really like, and I sort of feel guilty to admit that I don't like them. Here's one. Pregnancy pictures. Gross. I mean, even the sweetest ones, I just don't like them. OK, get your family portrait done when you're pregnant. Whatever. But don't go out of the way to point out your huge belly. I know I probably risk offending my photographer friends, but... I seriously would never want to look at my own pictures of me being pregnant (ie fat), or (even worse) my husband doing weird, unnatural things to show his adoration. I know, some people like it. I do not. (Sincere apologies to those this offends. Personal preference, right?)

And another thing I don't like. Downton Abby. HATE. I watched whole first season waiting for it to get better and it just... didn't. It's like watching the freaking Kardashians dressed up in WWI. There are good things, but mostly, you just sort of want to strangle the whole manor. I do not understand the obsession, the absolute obsession, women have with that show. WHY!

And, for thirds, I'll just say, I hate Orange Leaf. I know, pretty much everyone loves it. Froyo at its best. But... ew. It doesn't taste good. I like the retro look of the place and the cool chairs and all that, but it's COLD in there, and there are TV's and that bothers me. Also, I just don't like how it tastes and I think they're ripping people off with their toppings and pay by the weight thing. Plus... it's just froyo, man. Not heaven in a little orange cup. Except, I have to make one concession for those little jelly balls that pop in your mouth and seep out liquid. I sort of like those but it is not worth the $7.

All right. Now I've let it out. My dark confessions of things I don't like that almost everyone else does. Now you know.  Stay tuned for next time, in which I will discuss pictures of "catz". Not impressed.

Joy

he told me to fight for you
but somewhere in these darkening days
you got away.
I forgot where to find you,
in all of those little moments like washing dishes and bath time
and piles of leaves outside.
I missed you there in those quiet moments before bed
wrapped in those blankets, the little giggles and tired sighs
And in the morning, in those bright little eyes.
All those momentary glimpses
like polaroid pictures
waiting to be glanced through
and put away again.
You were there, peeking out
pulling at my seams,
wishing I would seek you and find you there
I wanted you
but not badly enough to fight
and you got buried there in the middle of the night
When the questions and doubts clouded in
amidst the weight of all my sin
Things I never could carry
but liked to pretend I could.
You fight, but I fight harder
and the bitterness eats away at the places of my heart
that I hide from everyone but Him.
And that is where I'll find you, where I'll find you there to stay
in the middle of these darkest nights
in the battles I never should have fought
there in the middle of these tangled knots.
You, pulling through, shining the smallest light
like the breaking morning
after the biggest storm.
You, struggling to be seen in blessings and brokeness
in those beautiful smiles
in tears, and pain
amidst every struggle
in sunshine and falling rain
Joy. I'll fight for you now.
I'll never forget your name.