Glutton for Punishment

Sometimes I wonder why I torture myself with things that I know are no good for me. It's like looking away from a bad car wreck....no one does it, even though it's really none of your business and it slows traffic. A pet peeve of mine, rubber necking is.

I rubber neck things in my life that are better yet left alone. I know exactly what will be said or shared and I still engage. God has spoken with me on the matter quite often and I am sure that he laughs gloriously at me when I continue to torture myself. Some may call it disobedience, but I don't think so. It serves no good and he knows this and it only hurts me so I am really punishing myself. He probably thinks I am a fool, scoffs at me and says "Told you so."

So I was able to put facebook and my beloved twitter to bed (it's almost over!) for Lent, so why am I unable to throw this away? It's like a sad little dress hanging in the back of my closet. It looks hideous on me, but on the hanger it's so enticing and promising. But when you put it on, you get that pissed off feeling, like "why did I waste my freaking time?!"

So I'm taking my little dress to goodwill, if you will. Even though there is no "good" will about it.