Character & Physical Appearance (at opposition)
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Hey Guitarist,
How have you been?
Great thread idea!
My whole life, I've been a bit of a misfit. I am always in-between groups, and often have to have entirely separate friendships with very different people because I often gravitate towards people who don't get along with each other (conservative Christians vs. Christians who have tattoos and a more punk look, etc.)
Because of this, I've often wondered why God gave me a hair and eye color that's the same as so many billions of other people on earth. Don't get me wrong. It works, and looks great on other people. But because people always tell me I'm so "different", I always wanted an outside that matched my inner persona.
I have a bit of fiery personality at times, so I always thought that on the outside, I should have bright, flaming red hair and flashing blue, green, or hazel eyes. Something just a bit more unique than what I am now to match my true self.
Alas. Sigh. It was not meant to be. And God definitely has a sense of humor. He seems to have decided that my life is not complete unless I am somehow connected to at least one redhead, almost as if to taunt me. My childhood best friend has carrot red hair, and boy, has she gotten the attention all her life. My first boyfriend had dark blonde hair with a red tone that always came out in the summertime. The guy I eventually married left me for a redheaded girl.
And now, thanks to CC, I have another gorgeous ruby red-headed friend who came to visit me last year. Yes, I am admittedly jealous.
Sigh. I try to remember to tell God thank-you for who I am, to be content, and to remember that He made me this way for a reason.
But, I totally understand. It's tough when the way we think we are inside doesn't match what's in the mirror.
P.S. - Because I was adopted into a white family and grew up in an all-white town, I never realized I wasn't white until some kid would "slant" their eyes at me--and then I was surprised to see an Asian face staring back in the mirror.
To this day, there are often times when I don't remember I'm Asian... until someone, or something else reminds me.
P.P.S - Melita, you are beautiful. And, your other half thinks so as well.
How have you been?
Great thread idea! My whole life, I've been a bit of a misfit. I am always in-between groups, and often have to have entirely separate friendships with very different people because I often gravitate towards people who don't get along with each other (conservative Christians vs. Christians who have tattoos and a more punk look, etc.)
Because of this, I've often wondered why God gave me a hair and eye color that's the same as so many billions of other people on earth. Don't get me wrong. It works, and looks great on other people. But because people always tell me I'm so "different", I always wanted an outside that matched my inner persona.
I have a bit of fiery personality at times, so I always thought that on the outside, I should have bright, flaming red hair and flashing blue, green, or hazel eyes. Something just a bit more unique than what I am now to match my true self.
Alas. Sigh. It was not meant to be. And God definitely has a sense of humor. He seems to have decided that my life is not complete unless I am somehow connected to at least one redhead, almost as if to taunt me. My childhood best friend has carrot red hair, and boy, has she gotten the attention all her life. My first boyfriend had dark blonde hair with a red tone that always came out in the summertime. The guy I eventually married left me for a redheaded girl.
And now, thanks to CC, I have another gorgeous ruby red-headed friend who came to visit me last year. Yes, I am admittedly jealous.
Sigh. I try to remember to tell God thank-you for who I am, to be content, and to remember that He made me this way for a reason.
But, I totally understand. It's tough when the way we think we are inside doesn't match what's in the mirror.
P.S. - Because I was adopted into a white family and grew up in an all-white town, I never realized I wasn't white until some kid would "slant" their eyes at me--and then I was surprised to see an Asian face staring back in the mirror.
To this day, there are often times when I don't remember I'm Asian... until someone, or something else reminds me.
P.P.S - Melita, you are beautiful. And, your other half thinks so as well.
J
Hey Guitarist,
How have you been? Great thread idea!
My whole life, I've been a bit of a misfit. I am always in-between groups, and often have to have entirely separate friendships with very different people because I often gravitate towards people who don't get along with each other (conservative Christians vs. Christians who have tattoos and a more punk look, etc.)
Because of this, I've often wondered why God gave me a hair and eye color that's the same as so many billions of other people on earth. Don't get me wrong. It works, and looks great on other people. But because people always tell me I'm so "different", I always wanted an outside that matched my inner persona.
I have a bit of fiery personality at times, so I always thought that on the outside, I should have bright, flaming red hair and flashing blue, green, or hazel eyes. Something just a bit more unique than what I am now to match my true self.
Alas. Sigh. It was not meant to be. And God definitely has a sense of humor. He seems to have decided that my life is not complete unless I am somehow connected to at least one redhead, almost as if to taunt me. My childhood best friend has carrot red hair, and boy, has she gotten the attention all her life. My first boyfriend had dark blonde hair with a red tone that always came out in the summertime. The guy I eventually married left me for a redheaded girl.
And now, thanks to CC, I have another gorgeous ruby red-headed friend who came to visit me last year. Yes, I am admittedly jealous.
Sigh. I try to remember to tell God thank-you for who I am, to be content, and to remember that He made me this way for a reason.
But, I totally understand. It's tough when the way we think we are inside doesn't match what's in the mirror.
P.S. - Because I was adopted into a white family and grew up in an all-white town, I never realized I wasn't white until some kid would "slant" their eyes at me--and then I was surprised to see an Asian face staring back in the mirror.
To this day, there are often times when I don't remember I'm Asian... until someone, or something else reminds me.
P.P.S - Melita, you are beautiful. And, your other half thinks so as well.
How have you been?
Great thread idea! My whole life, I've been a bit of a misfit. I am always in-between groups, and often have to have entirely separate friendships with very different people because I often gravitate towards people who don't get along with each other (conservative Christians vs. Christians who have tattoos and a more punk look, etc.)
Because of this, I've often wondered why God gave me a hair and eye color that's the same as so many billions of other people on earth. Don't get me wrong. It works, and looks great on other people. But because people always tell me I'm so "different", I always wanted an outside that matched my inner persona.
I have a bit of fiery personality at times, so I always thought that on the outside, I should have bright, flaming red hair and flashing blue, green, or hazel eyes. Something just a bit more unique than what I am now to match my true self.
Alas. Sigh. It was not meant to be. And God definitely has a sense of humor. He seems to have decided that my life is not complete unless I am somehow connected to at least one redhead, almost as if to taunt me. My childhood best friend has carrot red hair, and boy, has she gotten the attention all her life. My first boyfriend had dark blonde hair with a red tone that always came out in the summertime. The guy I eventually married left me for a redheaded girl.
And now, thanks to CC, I have another gorgeous ruby red-headed friend who came to visit me last year. Yes, I am admittedly jealous.
Sigh. I try to remember to tell God thank-you for who I am, to be content, and to remember that He made me this way for a reason.
But, I totally understand. It's tough when the way we think we are inside doesn't match what's in the mirror.
P.S. - Because I was adopted into a white family and grew up in an all-white town, I never realized I wasn't white until some kid would "slant" their eyes at me--and then I was surprised to see an Asian face staring back in the mirror.
To this day, there are often times when I don't remember I'm Asian... until someone, or something else reminds me.
P.P.S - Melita, you are beautiful. And, your other half thinks so as well.
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In nature, bright colors are often used as a warning to others that the animal bearing the bright colors is poisonous. This is especially true with snakes. There are some beautifully colored snakes with venom that can kill an adult human in seconds.
So... you are saying you need coloration that warns people to stay away from you?
I know, I know... hush Lynx. I'll go sit on the porch.
So... you are saying you need coloration that warns people to stay away from you?
I know, I know... hush Lynx. I'll go sit on the porch.
Hey Guitarist,
How have you been? Great thread idea!
My whole life, I've been a bit of a misfit. I am always in-between groups, and often have to have entirely separate friendships with very different people because I often gravitate towards people who don't get along with each other (conservative Christians vs. Christians who have tattoos and a more punk look, etc.)
Because of this, I've often wondered why God gave me a hair and eye color that's the same as so many billions of other people on earth. Don't get me wrong. It works, and looks great on other people. But because people always tell me I'm so "different", I always wanted an outside that matched my inner persona.
I have a bit of fiery personality at times, so I always thought that on the outside, I should have bright, flaming red hair and flashing blue, green, or hazel eyes. Something just a bit more unique than what I am now to match my true self.
Alas. Sigh. It was not meant to be. And God definitely has a sense of humor. He seems to have decided that my life is not complete unless I am somehow connected to at least one redhead, almost as if to taunt me. My childhood best friend has carrot red hair, and boy, has she gotten the attention all her life. My first boyfriend had dark blonde hair with a red tone that always came out in the summertime. The guy I eventually married left me for a redheaded girl.
And now, thanks to CC, I have another gorgeous ruby red-headed friend who came to visit me last year. Yes, I am admittedly jealous.
Sigh. I try to remember to tell God thank-you for who I am, to be content, and to remember that He made me this way for a reason.
But, I totally understand. It's tough when the way we think we are inside doesn't match what's in the mirror.
P.S. - Because I was adopted into a white family and grew up in an all-white town, I never realized I wasn't white until some kid would "slant" their eyes at me--and then I was surprised to see an Asian face staring back in the mirror.
To this day, there are often times when I don't remember I'm Asian... until someone, or something else reminds me.
P.P.S - Melita, you are beautiful. And, your other half thinks so as well.
How have you been?
Great thread idea! My whole life, I've been a bit of a misfit. I am always in-between groups, and often have to have entirely separate friendships with very different people because I often gravitate towards people who don't get along with each other (conservative Christians vs. Christians who have tattoos and a more punk look, etc.)
Because of this, I've often wondered why God gave me a hair and eye color that's the same as so many billions of other people on earth. Don't get me wrong. It works, and looks great on other people. But because people always tell me I'm so "different", I always wanted an outside that matched my inner persona.
I have a bit of fiery personality at times, so I always thought that on the outside, I should have bright, flaming red hair and flashing blue, green, or hazel eyes. Something just a bit more unique than what I am now to match my true self.
Alas. Sigh. It was not meant to be. And God definitely has a sense of humor. He seems to have decided that my life is not complete unless I am somehow connected to at least one redhead, almost as if to taunt me. My childhood best friend has carrot red hair, and boy, has she gotten the attention all her life. My first boyfriend had dark blonde hair with a red tone that always came out in the summertime. The guy I eventually married left me for a redheaded girl.
And now, thanks to CC, I have another gorgeous ruby red-headed friend who came to visit me last year. Yes, I am admittedly jealous.
Sigh. I try to remember to tell God thank-you for who I am, to be content, and to remember that He made me this way for a reason.
But, I totally understand. It's tough when the way we think we are inside doesn't match what's in the mirror.
P.S. - Because I was adopted into a white family and grew up in an all-white town, I never realized I wasn't white until some kid would "slant" their eyes at me--and then I was surprised to see an Asian face staring back in the mirror.
To this day, there are often times when I don't remember I'm Asian... until someone, or something else reminds me.
P.P.S - Melita, you are beautiful. And, your other half thinks so as well.
Isaiah 53:2-5
2 My servant grew up in the Lord’s presence like a tender green shoot,
like a root in dry ground.
There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance,
nothing to attract us to him.
3 He was despised and rejected—
a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief.
We turned our backs on him and looked the other way.
He was despised, and we did not care.
4 Yet it was our weaknesses he carried;
it was our sorrows that weighed him down.
And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God,
a punishment for his own sins!
5 But he was pierced for our rebellion,
crushed for our sins.
He was beaten so we could be whole.
He was whipped so we could be healed.
The physical appearance of Jesus did not attract people.
His character did.
Yet those who came to him saw something beautiful.
2 My servant grew up in the Lord’s presence like a tender green shoot,
like a root in dry ground.
There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance,
nothing to attract us to him.
3 He was despised and rejected—
a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief.
We turned our backs on him and looked the other way.
He was despised, and we did not care.
4 Yet it was our weaknesses he carried;
it was our sorrows that weighed him down.
And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God,
a punishment for his own sins!
5 But he was pierced for our rebellion,
crushed for our sins.
He was beaten so we could be whole.
He was whipped so we could be healed.
The physical appearance of Jesus did not attract people.
His character did.
Yet those who came to him saw something beautiful.
Seoulsearch is definitely colorful. She is not dangerous though.
There are a handful of people here who've heard me go on some tangents, live and unfiltered. Lynx is one of them.
All I can say is... Keep your shields up.
(And if I go quiet... that's an even worse sign.)
All I can say is... Keep your shields up. (And if I go quiet... that's an even worse sign.)
(And if I go quiet... that's an even worse sign.)
Shields up, red alert!
(sounds of alert sirens in the background)
Have I mentioned I've infiltrated the ultra-secret, highly experimental government compound where y'all are staying... And you're probably not going to want to let me escape.
And now I am gravely offended that I don't qualify as being a high enough level of a security threat that would warrant launching all the flares.
I'm going to have to try harder.
And now I am gravely offended that I don't qualify as being a high enough level of a security threat that would warrant launching all the flares.
I'm going to have to try harder.