Too Late For Love...

I "heart" Def Leppard. (That big 80's rock ballad just picked up rhythm in your mind, didn't it?)

God's been awfully quiet these past few days. He was on a roll with these amazing horoscope insights, but lately these messages have been fairly trite (the kind of trite when someone is trying to hard to be clever) and don't strike me as His style of prose. Take the quickie for today: "Has it ever occurred to you that even if you don't achieve all your goals, you're still better for trying? Compare yourself with people who admit defeat before they even get out of bed in the morning -- you have a lot to be proud of."

Oh, that's rich and raises the bar quite high for me, Little Miss Über-Achiever.

Yes, I do get the subtle hint of the message, and yes, I do realize He could still be speaking to me. Maybe I'm just a little disappointed in it because I'd hoped for something a little more profound...something a little less preachy and a little more practical like a super-natural Power Up! to tackle some of the overdue items on my To-Do List. Maybe then I wouldn't envy those with the courage to stay in bed with the covers over their head.

However, maybe I should consider myself lucky that I've been able to find my medium with Him. I know most people think He's trying to reach us through those kitschy roadside church signs. You know which signs I'm talking about: "7 days without prayer make one weak" (overdone) or my favorite, "Sinners! On your mark, get set, PRAY! (Repent!)" as seen in front of a non-denominational church located near 16th and Georgetown outside of the track in Speedway.

C'mon, these signs aren't a divine punctuation of our false consciousness...they're just manmade, guilt-induced tactics of interpellation. We can be smarter than this. Can't we?

Am I no better with my assumptions that I'm the only Aries on Yahoo! who talks with God? Maybe He isn't really talking to me...maybe I just need to think that He's listening.

This is depressing talk. I wanna go back and live in the 80's when my biggest worries were keeping my hair big, my boombox loud, and my lips shined for the cutest boy in school (I "heart" Billy D. 4-EVER).