Being a Christian vs. Going to Church 

I don’t normally voice my opinion on religion. It’s a sensitive topic for a lot of people and I hate trying to validate my opinions. I did go to a private religion based school but it was t for that reason. I have a very unorthodox view on religion and it just gets my goat when someone approaches me at work or even corners me at the store to tell me about Jesus. They don’t even phrase it that way anymore. They always ask “do you go to church.” 

Most of you have not had the pleasure of meeting me in person and those who have know that my facial expressions often get me in trouble. Sometimes it’s hilarious, other times my friends generally scatter and start searching for food or coffee as a peace offering. I’m also extremely stubborn and refuse to lie to people. When someone asks me if I have a boyfriend I say no because I enjoy being single (unless your the old bitties at my church, then yes I have a handsome boyfriend named Alistair Theren). If you ask what’s my favorite book I’ll say I have many-pick a genre. If you ask what I do for fun I’ll answer “I love to play video games!” Lying only gives a false persona and nam not embarrassed by who I am nor do I want to give someone the wrong idea about me. So when I get asked if I go to church my answer is: “No, no I don’t.” 

They never ask why, they never say “oh too bad,” their reply is always something along the lines of “you need to.” 

No. I don’t need to. I’d like to but my home church is 45 minutes away and I work on Sunday’s. 

Whoever has cornered me, today it was some 19 year old who comes into my store once a week just for something to do, then proceeds to tell me that if I did go to church my life would be on point. 

Today I changed my routine and asked this kid why it was so imparative I attend church. He told me that a life with God was the only life worth living. For him, I’m sure that’s true. This boy was very confused as to why I was shaking my head and kept trying to get me to see his point. Because he was so young and I have yet to anger anyone today I decided to give him my official opinion on ‘going to church’. 

“I’m sure loads of people feel that way, but I don’t.” I told him. “I grew up a back row baptist, I attended a Christian school and I have been to several churches all over the U.S. and all over the world. No two churches are alike–even within the same denomination–they teach from the same book but they all teach something different. Did you know there is a church not too far from here that locks the doors when the service begins and the pastor picks your marital partner for you.” I don’t know about you but this concerns me.

“I am a Christian but I’m not the same kind that you are. In Ecclisiates we are encouraged to find faith for yourself. And that’s what I did, and once I did I became a Christian. I became a better person and I don’t even go to church regularly. I take my bible with me everywhere. I look to it when I need comfort or enouragement that I can’t get from family or friends. But being a Christian is more than going to church and having the ability to quote scripture. It’s about being a good  person, spreading love, and treating everyone with respect. Not everyone is called to preach, and not everyone is ready to make the leap of faith. My dad is Agnistic, my mom is a baptist. I don’t know what I am but I’m comfortable with the relationship I have with God and that’s good enough for me.” 

The young man, having no rebuttle, smiled, shook my hand and left me in peace. I may have come on a little too strong but that’s just it–I am strong. I’m opinionated, stubborn and confident, sometimes maybe even intimidating but that’s who I am. 

I choose to lead by example. Yes, I cuss and I drink sometimes, I even have tattoos. But it was humanity that put weight behind ‘curse words’ and drinking can be done responsibly. As for my tats, those rules from the Old Testament were created for a race of people who worshipped deities by marking their bodies. Every tattoo I have means something to me, their my way of reminding myself (and others) I’m beautiful in every way and I want more. I treat everyone with respect until they loose that privilege. I work mainly in customer service for heavens sake and studied restorative justice practices, being nice is something I’m good at. It’s a skill that can’t always be learned. And most importantly, no where in the bible does it state blatantly that attending church is a requirement. 

Everyone, and I do mean everyone is entitled to their own opinions. It doesn’t matter if your episcopalian, Methodist, Catholic or whatever denomination you are; as long as your comfortable with your relationship with the Lord then your golden. It’s not my place to judge and it’s definitely not everyonelses even though there a plenty that think it is. 

So, for the love of God (pun intended) just be yourself and love life. And God if that’s your thing. 

Sorry for the rant (not really), WildeKat’s. 

I’m sending lots of love, 




Streetwalker Swag 

Okay WildeKats, I’m about to tell you a funny story. It is okay not to laugh but I doubt you will be able to resist.

I’ve never really said what my day job is exactly. I’ve worked at the same place for three years in a relatively small east Texas town. A few months ago I was cleaning the windows and this guy in a doo rag walks up to me. Okay, walked is the wrong verb, swaggered maybe? Doesn’t matter. He comes up to me and asks if I had an ‘old man.” Confused, I replied that I had a dad, of course. Doo Rag guy shakes his head vigorously and laughs.

“Naw, naw.. A boy friend. Do you have a boyfriend?”

Now I’m a tad terrified and also extremely annoyed. I let out a long drawn out “No” and continued to clean the windows.

“Do you want an old man?”

I spin around, very annoyed now and reply in a very curt voice, “No.” Then as if we had had no conversation at all he proceeds to skip on down the sidewalk. A coworker inside, having heard the entire conversation, is doubled over with laughter.

The funny part is (if you haven’t laughed already) that the same man approached one of our new employees today, only she handled him better than I would have thought possible.

This coworker, I call her Tee, is sitting outside smoking her cigarette on a 15. I’m outside as well, trying to warm up because my boss thinks he runs a meat locker. (It’s 95 outside) Doo Rag man, still walking with his swagger, shouts to get Tee’s attention from a pizza place further down the sidewalk. She looks around for a good while before she spots my brief suitor. 

“What you doing tonight?” He asks her.

Tee points at herself, “You talkin to me? Nothing. I am doing nothing.” Her tone was very adamant so Doo Rag guy wouldn’t see this as an invitation.

He holds out his arms and asks for a hug; Tee refuses. “Don’t be like that! Give me a dollar!”

At this point I am barely containing myself but I cannot move my feet. I was glued to the concrete where I stood–watching.

“What!?” Tee exclaims, “Give me a dollar! No, give me 500 dollars!”

“Lady you crazy!” Doo Rag guy shouts then exactly like before he continues down the sidewalk as if he had said nothing at all. As he passes me he bows chivalrously and continues on his merry way. I wait to laugh until I’m inside, in which my boss demands to know what is so funny. I had to wait for Tee to come in to explain as I was in no condition to describe what I had seen. I simply shook my head and made my way to the back so laugh in peace.

If you see this man, proceed with caution but also…have fun. He apparently is a man of humor and appreciates banter. I do not think this man is dangerous unless you have a heart condition.

Have any similar stories? Share in the comments.

Love always,



Brave Enough: Review

Lindsey Stirling’s new album came out last week, something I’ve been anticipating for months! I’ve had the pleasure of seeing this girl live, I’ve bought every album and have loads of merch. I’m no where near as big of a fan as Phelba but I’d say I’m pretty close. I’ve been following her on youtube since she she made her channel–I was a little baby middle schooler then (oh how time flies!).

I’ve loved everything thing she’s done, from the video game covers to her Decemberist’s cover.  So imagine my excitement for the new album.

It’s sort of bittersweet knowing that most of this album was inspired by Gavi and how difficult things must have been for the dubstep violinist. But she took that anger, that hurt and turned it into something beautiful.

I won’t lie, I was a bit disappointed with Brave Enough. As much as I like the collaborations,  I was hoping for more instrumental songs–or songs without lyrics. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a beast at writing meaningful lyrics–we shall never forget ‘Shatter Me’–but I do miss her signature dubstep pieces. I’m not a fan of change, which I’m sure if you follow my blog you are well aware of this fact, and I can’t help but feel that she’s changing too fast. I will never stop spreading the Lindsey Love but I will say I miss her video game covers and her quirky songs. Artists need to evolve I know and her new album is fantastic–it just wasn’t what I was expecting. The album has a strong message, it’s vulnerable and powerful at the same time and pulls of a certain cohesion that tugs at the edges of your heart. Can we just take a moment to appreciate track number nine? Mirage is definitely my favorite.

While I’m discussing the new album, I wanna talk about her new music video! The Arena is an original song inspired by a quote from Teddy Roosevelt I believe. The song itself has  a powerful sound and feel. The video is definitely more…risque… than anything else she’s ever done and I absolutely adore it! Lindsey walks in to this arena with a hunky-dunky piece of arm candy dressed in post apocalyptic inspired steam punk costumes ready to dance for their lives–or so it seems. The story behind the song is sort of revealed in the quote displayed at the beginning. Towards the end everyone who competes in this arena notices that the only people they can see in the stands is themselves.

This made me smile. I’m all about self love and self empowerment. I love, love, love how Lindsey embeds these deep meanings in her music that are completely obvious to anyone who is willing to listen.

Lindsey has always been an inspiration to me and I’m so excited to see what she has in store for us next!

I’ve Lost my Niche: A Quarter Life Crisis

Yesterday was Monday. For many people, yesterday was their first day of class for the semester. It was not my first day of class. As happy as I was to graduate, it feels almost wrong not to be starting school. I’ve been hovering over that fine line of adulthood and adolescence for a long time now, refusing to adult unless absolutely necessary. I’m good at certain adult-y things, but not all of them.

You remember me telling you about the stress nightmares? Apparently dreaming your mother died is symbolic for feeling you’ve lost the ability to make good life choices. Considering I don’t have a job in my degree field, my novel is still unpublished, I hate the new job I just took and I spent the majority of the ‘summer’ playing video games instead of editing said novel and looking for a better job–I’d say that prediction is well on point.

On another note, now that my college career is over (pending graduate school acceptances) another important question presents it’s self. *cue ominous music* WHAT WILL I BLOG ABOUT?

I know my blogging is sparse at best, but I’ve always used my classes, interactions, activities and travel opportunities to fuel what few posts I’ve actually posted (I tend to write many potential blog posts then never post them because I hate them). Now that that part of my life is over I find myself at a loss. I could always write reviews, I love to watch movies but I’m no critic. I could write about music but I only know about the artists I like. You all know I play video games so threes the potential for fan fics, reviews and even update posts but that could get old. I suck at poetry, I’m a decent creative writer but lack inspiration more often than I care to admit.

I have lost my niche, WildeKats!

My life can be very comical at times (I crack myself up all the time) as I am extremely clumsy, my friends are nuts, and I’m a magnet for adventure. I’m horrible at adulting too–I screw up everything. I don’t even make coffee right (or so says my coffee addict of a father). So, I guess this is me apologizing in advance about future posts about how bad at adulting I am. Maybe they’ll be ridiculously funny, maybe they will be so lame wordpress has to kick me off their site. If there’s anything video gaming has taught me, it’s that anything is possible.

Oh and in case your wondering, a quarter life crisis is a real thing. Look it up. Don’t believe me? Enjoy the following coming about a Dalek going through a Quarter life crisis.

What sort of topics do you enjoy surfing blogs about?

TTYL WildeKats,



Adults Have Nightmares Too Right?

Here lately I have been hard at work. I won’t lie, I have two day jobs on top of being a terrible blogger and an aspiring author. Sadly, my two day jobs often take precedence as they are highly demanding and utterly stressful. Often when I get home at night I can’t do much more than sit in my tub and binge watch Netflix. It’s even hard to play video games now-a-days because I get too involved and stressed out while playing. Especially when I loose three beloved crew mates in one single quest (Mass Effect 2–BIOWARE I am on to you!).

When I was little I would have these nightmares where I would sleep walk and ‘search’ for my parents. I always had the same dream, it was so intense that now–20 years later–I can remember it like I had it last night. The world had been taken over by dinosaurs and I was lost, searching for my parents and running from dinosaurs.

Now, due to stress I suppose, I’m having nightmares again. They’re getting so bad my dad(who recently moved in with me)  has to wake me up like he used to when I was five. It’s quite ironic actually, usually I’m the one waking him up in the middle of the night. He sometimes has these PTSD nightmares or vivid dreams about a case he worked.

Luckily for me, my old roommate is a psych major with a concentration in dream stuff (there’s an official name but it has escaped me, mostly because I don’t really care). She finds it highly entertaining to hear about my dreams, they’re usually very imaginative and bizarre to say the least. Most of my writing is inspired by a dream I had at some point or another. My recent dreams however have been very frightening and she was kind enough to interpret them for me.

Mostly I dream of loosing one or both of my jobs, or that an agent tears up my manuscript and calls me names (childish I know). But I’ve had several about my mother dying or someone else I love–but never my dad. I’ve also had terrifying apocalyptic dreams that I shall not even begin to describe. I’m not scared of much but waking up alone in my dark cave alone is awful. I’m an adult, I shouldn’t be scared of a dream, right? WRONG, I’m terrified. Even broke out my old sleeping companion Simba seeing as my usual cuddle buddies went back to their native countries (I miss you Mulan!) or back to school. But who knows, maybe one of these dreams will inspire a whole new horror series. But for now I’ll stick to Discovering Sam 😉

What’s your most common nightmare? Ever use one to inspire a frightening piece?

Till next time,