Locker #666 & Hatred
Locker #666
Ok, yesterday was Sabbath and during the day I remembered having a locker #666. I got teased about it because those who do not understand the Bible said it was the number kc Satan and I had Satan’s locker. I was teased that I was Satan’s child. Geez, what a memory right? Well, I did get teased that I had Satan’s locker that year all year round. It was embarrassing and downright mean of kids in those days. I never got teased in school until 5thgrade from my peers and school colleagues. Even my neighbors who I been friendly to for 4 years in school got unfriendly with me during 5th grade because of the kids they hung around with. It was a harder time for me through 5th through 12th grade as we grew up. I learned hatred is a bad thing.
When it comes to 666, yes, if is the mark of the beast we know as Satan, but again 666 has may notations of it in the mathematics department and 666 does have a meaning behind it. I am going to some research on the #666 during this week! That is my project for this week.
Hatred
It has come to be known that hatred has come into play from so long ago to the present. There is so much hatred in this world. What does hatred mean? It means: Ill will or resentment that is usually mutual: prejudiced hostility and animosity. A good example is prejudice against a group of people versus another group.
I have a good example of prejudice in my own life. A young man I got to know in my adult years named Joe. He is an autistic man who lives in society. His autism is in the high end of the spectrum where he is very smart and able to manage a living in the community as all humans can. He thought that Seventh-day Adventism is a cult. Look up Seventh-day Adventism and you will see it is not a cult, but a religion that has church on the seventh day of the week which is Saturday.
Apartment Living
I do not like it any more than the next person to be very honest with you and myself. I actually hate it more than ever here at Garden Court on N Main St. The management seem to not care for the place anymore. Nothing really gets fixed here. If things get fixed around here, it has to be really bad. A tenant was told that she was responsible for pipes bursting in her apartment and got a substantial amount of money with a lawsuit because it was not her fault. She moved from here a few years ago. I met her at a bingo night game when she visited a neighbor friend of hers. So, Garden Court is not any better when it first I was very happy here — until Covid hit me, and then my happiness fell down to looking for new places to live.
I wish I had my own home. As my maternal grandparents’ home comes to mind, I wish it was my home. I loved that home growing up. Yeah, the 1970’s may have been a certain time period, but it cannot be denied when I was born in 1970. Yes, fifty-four years this year as July 3rd. I’m 53 ½ years old now—today.
My Day
Jackie came at 10 AM. Made me breakfast and lunch, got my daily snacks and water, and ice. I ran to the bathroom and then back to bedroom to watch tv—Midsomer Mysteries all day!