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Served on a modest plate, nothing elaborate about the design, light streams of steam rising from the top, golden crust with a gooey interior, and a smell that can be recognized from the room over. Want another piece of humble pie? No thank you. I have had my fill of it lately. Actually, the whole pie was given to me. Homemade, wrapped up, and delivered straight to me. After being unaware of what the ingredients actually were I devoured it and as you know the consequences for such an action weren't to far behind. Sick to the stomach, regretful of past actions, and not at all fond of the current situation. Then spite fills up the pit of the stomach. Never again to approach what took you to that piece of pie again.

For about two days I've been sick from this humble pie. At first I handled it OK. I realized that I am not as good as I thought I was. Not talented in the ways that I had hoped. Back tracked and realized that I let people fill my mind with false hope. Thus beginning my humbleness. Then a turn for the worse came when I had time to sit and think about things. I was mopey, miserable, unapproachable, and down right mean because things are not going to planned. Finally the real me is starting to come back through and fight of the evil antibodies.

First mistake in life was to make plans. Everything that I planned is down the disposal- chopped, unrecognizable, destroyed. Everything that I wanted is now out of reach. I have no direction. Second mistake in life has not happened but is on the verge. Settling. Settling for something that at this time I can't see as beneficial. Now before somebody decides to hit me back with a comment telling me that I am talented and not a waste of life, don't. That isn't at all what I need to hear right now. My game is weak. Without a shadow of a doubt do I know who I am. It's just where I am going that I am having a problem with, and the fact that nobody seems to want me on their team.

OK so it hasn't even been a month, I know, I know. So maybe this is all over reacting, but I feel like THAT kid. You know (maybe you don't, because maybe you've never been it) the one that always gets picked last for the team. Which happens all the time for me! No this isn't a pity party. I usually show people that that was dumb and they made the mistake of not picking me first by proving myself worthy. However, there is a hang up about me. Frankly, I don't know what it is. Maybe it is the way I look. Maybe it is the way I talk. You know what. It could be the prejudices against red heads. More than likely it is because I don't appear to have skills. Seriously though, if I was trapped on a desert island filled with tigers, bears, and snakes, I would not pick myself to help fight that battle. Thank goodness I haven't applied for those jobs yet.

Tonight I stumbled upon something very cool and tempting. Check it out for yourself. www.alife4sale.com. A guy is selling his life. Now his sounds pretty awesome and if I had money I'd totally bid on it (it starts on eBay in a day), but only because it includes a house in Australia. It does make me a little sad imagining if I was him. Go read his story.

Anyway, enough of this rant. I promise things are going to be written a little different around here next post. No more whining. I just found out news that really irritated me. So I will leave you with this thought. I often wish things worked out the way I wanted, but then I look back on it and praise God that it didn't.