3.20.2010

Baiting for Evangelism

I listened to an old This American Life episode centered on the theme "Bait and Switch". Click here and click stream episode.


The subject of this post can be found at 24:42-37:49 under
ACT TWO. RAW SEX

WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO GET ME TO LISTEN TO?!?! I know that's what you are thinking. I can read minds. Its an eye-catching title. I bet it conjures up some ideas of what the story is about. Expectations of scenarios, strategies, graphic images, history, and whatever your terribly creative imagination can come up with. The point is, you and hundreds of college students become intrigued and want to know more... which was the exact intention of those who put those words on flyers distributed around a college campus.

The sponsoring group? A college christan group. The story is actually about practices in evangelism. If you've walked around populated, non-religious schools you might have seen or fallen for one of these tactics. Movie night with discussion. A poll on religion. Christmas party. Bonfires. Broomball. Unsuspecting students attend these events with some expectation of a night of fun or a debate, but it turns into a kind of elevator pitch for the Gospel.

Let me illustrate what people may think of this scenario...

Step One: Non-intimidating Invitation

Invite: Niki Brown

Step Two: Force Feed the Message


The interviewee brings up some thought-provoking ideas. Is the point of evangelism to save as many souls as possible? Are these tactics honest? What kind of impression do those experiences have on unbelievers? How does it affect their salvation?


[warning: long flashback]

I remember when I was a freshman I visited a church (which will remain nameless) known to have a rather aggressive evangelism ministry. I considered myself a Christian but I knew my spiritual relationships was a bit rocky at the time and I was church-hopping looking for a place to call home during my time in college. A girl approached me after service and invited me to lunch. She made it sound as if all the new freshman attendees were invited to this lunch.

My expectation was a long table of freshman girls intermingled with a couple of them like at sorority rush events.

Reality, boy was I surprised when I found one of me surrounded by 3 of them at the table. Can you say intimidating?

They turned on the questions. The tough ones. No questions about where I was from or my major or what I wanted to be when I grow up. They jumped right in. I thought, why are they asking me these things? I'm already a Christian. Are they trying to evangelize one of their own? I thought I was okay in my faith but they made me feel like I was answering the questions all wrong. I shot out of there as quick as lightening the moment that lunch was over and never turned back. I ended up joining a church not affiliated with my college campus so I never really had to partake in flyering for my fellowship on campus or forcing myself to talk to strangers about my beliefs.

Looking back, I didn't understand the things I do now. They were good questions but I wasn't ready to answer those questions. I was caught terribly off-guard. The moment I realized I was the only one there I felt a bit lied to, just answered questions quickly to move things along and wanted out ASAP.


What kind of questions?
Example- If you died right now how sure are you that you will go to heaven? A rather basic question that took me a long time to really understand. Everyone memorizes John 3:16 in vacation bible school. Jesus saves. I remember telling to my church deacon that Jesus is the only way into heaven because I knew it was the right answer but its actual meaning didn't really sink in until later. I now know salvation relies on accepting the gift of grace (via Christ's death) not ANYTHING else. There is not a magical # of good deeds that will get you to heaven or allow you to receive that gift. Its a gift. If someone gives you a box wrapped in a pretty ribbon. You accept and say thanks. Simple as that.

At the time of that lunch, my thinking was that God put me on this earth for a purpose and mission. I don't know that purpose yet but I know I have not yet completed it. Therefore, God is not going to let me die until I fulfill that mission so this is a silly question. Why think about death when I'm just starting life. So after sitting there with my deer-caught-in-headlights look for a few minutes I mumbled uhhhh...... 89%. This was clearly the wrong answer. Oh those lunchers went on and on trying to explain there is only 0% or 100% and nothing in between. They could have talked forever but my mind was set on the exit door.


What did it take for me to finally understand?
(even though you are wondering why this flashback is so long) I am glad you asked. A couple months after that lunch I was sitting in the backseat of a car on my way to my new fellowship's retreat near Santa Cruz drifting off to sleep. By this point, I was so wrapped up in being pledging for a community service fraternity and hanging out with dormmates that church had become one of those things you put to the side for when you might have time. I only attended the retreat in an attempt to try to finally get to know the other people because each time I made it out to fellowship I completely forgot who I met the previous time and ended up reintroducing myself about 4 or 5 times to the same people. Despite my dazed stupor, I heard bits and pieces of the sermon playing on the topic of works versus grace. I had my EUREKA moment and drifted off into a pleasant slumber. After I woke up I knew I had finally unearthed something special. I was giddy all day. Ecstatic. I could not contain myself. That is what it took. It wasn't someone debating or lecturing me to come to this realization. You can't force salvation on anyone. It's a personal choice. I know each person is different. Each person's experience and testimony is different. That was just my case. I was already in a position where I was surrounded by people who caused me to think about my beliefs. From both sides. Some people encouraged and some people discouraged me. Perhaps the goal of some of these evangelism efforts is simply to get people to think about these ideas that wouldn't normally come up in their everyday conversation.

I finally realized...
1) what those people were talking about 2) I don't HAVE to do good works but its more like a natural response to the overflow of joy and wanting to imitate Christ 3) people want to share the good news (aka the Gospel) with other people because its GREAT NEWS! and maybe you care about people and don't want them going to hell so all those suspicious tactics are actually done out of love 4) there are people out there who consider themselves "Christian" and believe they are going to heaven simply because they go to church or because they were raised in a Christian household or because their friends are all Christian or they are just good people and deserve it. unfortunately, if John 14:6 is completely true, then that may not be enough. 5) maybe Christians need to ask each other the tough questions to make sure our lives are agreement with the book we profess as truth.


John 14:6
Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me."


[flash forward. finally]

I bet those unsuspecting students had some expectation that got shattered as they began to realize the ulterior motives of the event sponsors. The attendees were not prepared for the sponsors were. The speaker argues that Christians are called to make  
disciples not converts.

Matthew 28:18-20
Then Jesus came to them and said, "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age."


SO...


1) Do you reach out to any stranger and share the gospel as quickly as possible because the world could end any minute, like now?These people tend to be a bit more aggressive with lines like REPENT NOW or you are headed for hell and the end is near!

2) Or do you become friends with nonbelievers with the intention to share the gospel and eventually casually bring it up on your own after you develop an honest relationship?

3) Or do you become friends with nonbelievers with/without the intention to share the gospel but let them learn from others by introducing them to other Christians, inviting them to church and taking them to no pressure events hoping they will pick it up on their own or ask you?

4) Or do you try to make friends with nonbelievers without the intention to evangelize but let them know you are Christian just in case they decide to ask you things?


5) Or do you just not worry about strangers' or your friends salvation, never mention it but be prepared in case a stranger or nonbeliever friend decides to start seeking and happens to ask you questions?


It sounds like churches disagree on these things. A bad first impression could turn someone off from wanting to listen but everyone ends up thinking about death and their beliefs at some point in life so despite bad first impression atleast they know someone to go to for questions when they are good and ready. What does evangelism mean to you? Is it for strangers? Is it only for people you already have a relationship with? Is it used to simply introduce people to Christianity? Is it only for those who are genuinely interested on their own? Would you share your beliefs with a friend even if they didn't ask?

 Credit: fanpop

3.11.2010

I Love Free #2

//Food//

Pinkberry
... free mango flavor + toppings
3.12.2010 @ 5-9pm
closest locations for me are Santana Row, San Jose or Stanford Shopping Center, Palo Alto.

Ben & Jerry's
... free cone day
3.23.2010 @ 12pm-8pm
no purchase necessary.

Yesterday was Panda Express's new Walnut Shrimp. Sorry too late for this post.
Ahhh I can't just post about ice cream!

//Fitness//

Fitbit ... food/activity tracker
keep track of what you eat, how much water you drink, activity and your sleep record. no purchase necessary! you can buy the clip gizmo for $99 but the tracker is free.
i'm trying this out for a few days.

My24  ... iphone app
24 hour fitness's official iphone app. i don't have an iphone so you can tell me what it does.

//Not Quite Free//

Jamba Juice ... $1 off all fruit smoothies
print coupon.
did you know many of their drinks have more sugar than is recommended for a day?* don't let that green, we love fruit and wheatgrass facade fool you. the all fruit smoothies may not taste as similar to ice cream but they're still good. i crave jamba juice. i never liked oatmeal till i had their seasonal cherry pecan oatmeal. (i can't believe its over!) i was so hooked. i think oatmeal is $2 on wednesdays now. they now also have chai teas. which are a bit- meh.

[*note: recommended daily intake for sugar is 40 grams refined/processed sugars (which we probably need none of) and no limit on natural sugars. i am not sure how much of the sugar is from the fruit versus refined/processed sugars. sugar content in my favorites - carribean passion (51g), orange dream machine (68g), matcha green tea blast (55g). sugar content in my favorite all fruit smoothies - pomegranate paradise (53g), peach perfection (42g), strawberry whirl (46g).]

3.08.2010

Review - Prep

Prep by Curtis Sittenfeld is a coming of age novel. A suburban, lower middle class girl enters the world of the rich and privileged when she enrolls into a New England private boarding school. The book covers her four years there as she struggles with identity, socioeconomic boundaries, relationships, self-esteem and academic pressures. Its honest and doesn't hold back but I had a picture of the main character in my head and it totally changed about halfway though the book. Maybe that's just how people are in high school, always trying to discover themselves by redefining themselves.


My summary of this book:
boring.semi-interesting.boring.blah.blah.blah.boring.interesting.boring.

Was I this boring when I was a teenager? I recall saying "I'm bored" a lot during those years. A college professor once said something along the lines of "you only get bored if you are a boring person". Maybe I was, or still am. When you start to over analyze every detail of every human interaction it keeps you from the carpe diem moments that make life interesting and you end up with this book. I could totally relate to many parts. I'm sure everyone feels like an unspecial, out-of-place waste of space from time to time but why waste your time reading about someone else's mundane experiences when you can be doing something totally not boring or watching Forgetting Sarah Marshall for the umpteenth time?

If you want a teenage outcast diary-style story that doesn't bore you to tears try
reading
Youth in Revolt  Youth in Revolt: Now a major motion picture from Dimension Films starring Michael Cera (Random House Movie Tie-In Books) or any Harry Potter book Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (Book 1)

or watching
Felicity  Felicity: The Complete First Season or any movie starring Michael Cera Juno (Single-Disc Edition) 

or surfing myspace. 

awKwARd...


Random:
You know what else is awkward, digging through a decaying sperm whale. The sperm whale is the largest toothed whale (blue whales are the biggest whales) and prey on colossal squids, which are the largest invertebrates in the world. According to wikipedia, they are called sperm whales because they have a cavity in their heads containing a white-milky waxy substance called spermaceti that people mistook for semen. Spermaceti is actually created in the spermaceti organ in the whale's head which is connected to its nasal passage. A large sperm whale can have as much as three tons of spermaceti. Who knows what that stuff is for but I know I wouldn't want that sneezed on me.

3.07.2010

Things to do with Tuna

I'm not talking about Chicken of the Sea. I'm talking raw. tuna. sushi-grade.
You can only eat so much ngiri. What do you do with the rest of the hunk of meat?

I try to stay away from the stove of evil oil burns so here are some ideas that just involve mixing (my kind of "cooking"). No searing required! It's one fancy schmancy step up from your pb&j.

TUNA TARTAR
This is Jbear's favorite appetizer. We got it at Cliff House in SF for $17 (85 chicken nuggets from wendys)!!! And it was served on white toast! Yes they use pine nuts, mint, asian pears, habanero infused sesame oil quail egg, but shoot I made my own version that could feed 20 (or two hungry bears) for less than $10. Thank you Marina Foods for your cheap produce and meat.

 Cliff House - Tuna Tartar

I used this recipe: cdkitchen


Sesame Wonton Crisps
12 wonton wrappers (way better than white bread)
2 tablespoons olive oil
3 tablespoons sesame seeds


Tuna Tartar 

6 ounces sushi-grade tuna, cut into 1/4-inch dice
2 tablespoons green onions, green parts only, finely chopped
2 tablespoons sesame seeds, toasted
2 tablespoons soy sauce
1 teaspoon sesame oil
1 teaspoon peeled and grated fresh ginger
1 clove garlic, minced
3/4 teaspoon orange zest
2 tablespoons cilantro, finely chopped
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
1 avocado, cut into 1/4-inch dice
2 teaspoons lime juice
Cilantro sprigs for garnish


*****

[side story: we went to cliff house for lunch thinking we were doing dine about town (arguably, the best part about January). only $18 for lunch! always read fine print! it only counted Sun-Thur and we went on a Saturday. so our $36 meal ended up being closer to $70. we didn't even order drinks! most expensive lunch ever!]

but we did get this! 

 Butterscotch Pots de Creme

If you ever go to Cliff House totally get this!

*****

SPICY TUNA SALAD
Ingredients:
  • chopped up tuna
  • lettuce
  • seaweed strips
  • sesame seeds
  • chile/hot sauce
You guessed it.
Mix hot sauce with tuna. Put mixture on top of lettuce. Top with seaweed strips and sesame seeds.
No dressing! Just mix and CHOMP!

(i never really thought of how they made spicy tuna. so simple.)

3.05.2010

What wonderful looks like

An unexplainable anomaly has occurred. 

I have experienced a series of  wonderful weekends.

Sure they had their blips and there were scuffles, but those minor details were soon 
overlooked and forgotten in the presence of an overpowering force - 
the feelings of happiness, belonging and contentment.  
I've been struggling with these.

I can't quite put my finger on how this series of weekends happened one week after another... but I hope it doesn't stop.

Here's a glimpse of what wonderful looks like..


Flower Festival / Super Bowl Weekend

Oh Chinatown you never change.

With your throngs of old men playing Chinese chess. Vendors peddling their wares. Lucky cat. Arthritis balls. Made in China products. Butchers hanging up some duck.










As for Super Bowl Sunday
there was... 

FOOD
 (top left clockwise) Dominos (soooo much better), Kara's Cupcakes, Chicken Long Beans, Bean Dip (my fav!)
If I could eat only one thing for the rest of my life it might be.... bean dip, burritos, or Girl Scout cookies.










SHOPPING

The best way to spend half time.


And I think there may have been some FOOTBALL on tv?
 








Valentines / Chinese New Year Weekend

What crazy people drive through Little Italy and Chinatown on Valentines/Chinese New Year Day? 


We do.



 The view was so worth it. 
(FYI: I wasn't driving.)

Red and White Fleet Valentine's Day Cruise. 
Boudin catering + sourdough crab = drool.

Alcatraz Island. 



Elmo / Bill's / Bubble Fight / Sister's Appreciation Weekend

 
Border's event. 
No costumed character but there were songs and games and I wished I was 5.

BEST BRUNCH SPOT-
Bills
in Willow Glen

(top left clockwise) plenty of hot cocoa, california benedict (?), chocolate chip pancakes, salmon benedict











BUBBLE FIGHT

It started with a $2 jug of bubble syrup from Walmart. (such a good deal!)

Then came the challenge.










Yes the Ultimate Bubble Showdown. was
epic.

Bubbles in yo face! Eat my bubbles!











SISTER'S APPRECIATION

Who doesn't like getting appreciated time to time?

Yes. That IS a korean burrito bar complete with spicy pork, bulgogi, and kimchi. 
I know you are jealous.
We are loved.






 
Yay for gifts!

I totally called the flan dessert. 
Too bad my tummy was already full of burrito. Just the way it should be.

Rock Band!
Who knew Steph could look so good in a cowboy hat? Looks like Gary wants to play drums.






 Movie Night / Theater Night / Birthdays Weekend

The September Issue
Movie/Dessert Night
(note: do not watch in HD)

Can you tell my color scheme?

Red pompom. Gift bag (with mini fondue kit). Red velvet cupcakes (thanks Duncan Hines!) professionally frosted by Alice. White chocolate fondue. Jbear's famous strawberry + gorgonzola bruschetta. Ryo's oh so garlicy garlic bread. Robert's cupcake decorating skills in action. Nomnomnom.




Trader Joe's flax seed chips are surprisingly good! I'm missing pictures of the brownies and pound cake. I dipped them in the fondue and had a massive sugar rush.

 
Theater Night 

The play was meh but Berkeley food never disappoints.

Gregoires french take-out dinners are too expensive and I for once did not want Chickentown (gasp!) and Jbear did not want bbq (boo!) so we settled for Barney's because I wanted some sweet potato fries. Yum!
(I must learn how to make them!) 


What will this weekend bring?

3.03.2010

Review - Concerning Strange Devices from the Distant West: The Intersection of Art and Authenticity

Last Saturday I hit up the Berkeley Rep for a preview performance of this play.

Concerning Strange Devices from the Distant West: The Intersection of Art and Authenticity
Theater: Berkeley Repertory Theatre, Berkeley, CA
Showing: 2/26 - 4/11/2010
Rating: 2/5 - interesting concept but scenes needed to flow better and the whole play needed to be less boring


About: It starts off in the 1800s (?) when Westerners bring the camera to Japan and the fad is for Westerners to own pictures of commoners in traditional garments (rickshaw drivers, geisha girls, etc.). There is a emphasis on  tattoos that is mentioned in the beginning and soon forgotten. In the edo period lovers would get secret tattoos so that when they were in "the act" the tattoos conjoined to form a picture. (Interesting...) Flash forward to present day to an art history buff who collects pictures from the Meiji period. It suddenly becomes a drama-filled mystery with twists and a confusing flash-back.

My thoughts:
(-) Choppy. I know it was a preview so maybe they were still experimenting and getting the kinks out. One bar scene was a bit drawn out. When I see plays I like to be taken to another place that is different and unlike my normal life. I got a bit sleepy and bored during the bar scene because I feel like I could just sit at some bar and eavesdrop of some other table's conversation. I like how the lighting and backdrop were used to emphasized the tipsy drowsiness that comes with too much drink during a conversation but I found myself wishing I was elsewhere having my own half-asleep conversation. I resorted to poking my theatre companion's face for entertainment.

(+) I really liked the draping on the dresses and how the costume designers used thin, nude-colored material (like thick hosiery) to make tattoos. It reminded me of an Ed Hardy shirt with "sleeves" (when your arms are covered in tattoos) I saw and wondered who would pay $100 to wear that?

(-) Since there were only 5 actors, most doubled up or tripled up on roles. One guy sounded so similar between characters I almost missed the fact they changed centuries.

(+) Oh! Outside they set up a prop station so you can dress up with kimonos, fans, samuari swords, etc. and take pictures. This I like. =)



(-) Interesting use of lights. The bulbs outlined the sets and flashed as if taking a photograph. This was used as transitions between scenes. They need to unscrew ATLEAST HALF the bulbs because its a dim theater and those lights were BLINDING! Maybe its a tactic to make you not see the set changes but I learned to close my eyes whenever I heard the camera sound. I hope this does not have any lasting effects of Pavlovian conditioning. My eyes might be closed in pictures from now on.

(+) Under 30 discount and free drink with code. Unfortunately it was too strong and I ditched it after a few sips. The point is I said FREE.



Random: Why do all plays these days involve such scandalousness? I haven't seen a play that did not involve a sex scene or semi-nudity or some sex-crazed uncle hitting on a minor since Spamalot a couple years ago. Even then, I saw Spamalot a few hours after Avenue Q which involved a muppet sex scene so I don't know if that day counts. It felt like musicals that year had to somehow involve a wedding and someone coming out of the closet to qualify being on Broadway. And, none of the people involved in the scandalous scenes were married. I know ground-breaking art tends to push the envelope, but its feeling like those elements are so commonplace I'm feeling a bit desensitized.

Oh I lied, I saw The Pillowman last year. No sex, but it was a black comedy focused on unusual ways to kill children. Creative, but very disturbing. I had to learn the hard way that advertisements promoting "black comedy" in theater versus movies are saying very different things.

I would say the solution is to watch a theater production of High School Musical or Disney on Ice, you know someplace where the median age is about 6, but have you been to one of those shows!?!

#1- OoooOOOoooOOooooverpriced. I can buy an orchestra seat at the Berkeley rep for the cost of a program booklet at one of those shows. (FYI: programs at plays and musicals are free.)

#2- The show is just an easy gimmick for them to get you and a bunch of other suckers to a single location where they can try to sell you a bunch of their junk. Its like when they bring a costumed character to a store for photos - but times 10! I saw a production about Elmo planting a garden and as if the souveir booths at every entrance/exit wasn't enough, during intermission someone brought out the most enormous bouquet of Elmo balloons right into the middle of the arena. Seriously?!? It was like that scene in Lion King where the wildebeest stampede. The sleeping/drowsy kids who mistook the dim lights for nap time all came alive when the lights came on and stormed the vendor. Then for the rest of the show you're swaying back and forth behind an obstacle course of balloons just to see the stage.

Who am I kidding? I looooved those shows when I was little. I think I saw Wizard of Oz on ice. Who didn't want to be Dorothy with her faithful Toto and ruby slippers? Or a Disney princess? (Does everyone like Cinderella the best because she had the best dress? Because she doesn't win too many point with me based on her personality. Besides possibly her work ethic and her ability to communicate with animals, I don't know why she gets the most cheers.) I wanted to be Kristi Yamaguchi. Maybe because Mulan wasn't really a princess, I am not caucasian and KY has a pretty smile. My mom took me to see Champions on Ice. No souveneirs but I did see Brian Boitano and ate a red and blue snowcone. That was a good day. But now I am just rambling.


Note: Berkeley Rep has a Under 30 discount.
If you are under 30 years old you get 1/2 off tickets. Brilliant!!! Everyone gives student discounts but I think people are poorest right after college. Think about it. Crippling student loans, no more parental support, facing the reality of cost of living and trying cover everything with an entry-level salary, yes, people are probably poorest post-college. That is unless mom and dad paid for college and your entry-level salary is actually pretty cushy... then you should get a subsciption package! Their shows are great and totally affordable!

Dream - Finding Cammy

Last night I dreamed it was another typical work day. I was seated at my desk located in the middle of Home Depot. (Surprisingly, this was not the first time I dreamed I worked at a desk in the middle of Home Depot.) As customers briskly walked around me holding broken fixtures and the latest issue of Home and Garden. A tall, brown-haired boy wearing the familiar orange apron carried a pair of worn gloves and walked briskly past me and disappeared behind the "Employees Only" door. I muttered aloud "That's him. That's Brian." as if I was saying it to someone. Suddenly, my coworker dressed in a suit, leaned over from his desk which happened to be next to mine (where did that come from?) and this conversation ensued:
coworker: (surprised) That's him?
me: Yup.
coworker: But he looks so young.
me: Maybe so, but he was awarded employee of the month several times and sources tell me he is very reliable.
coworker: (thinking) Hmmm...
He quickly returned to his desk and disappeared from my line of sight.

I have no idea what we were talking about. Were we secret agents trying to hire an informant? Why was my coworker wearing a suit in Home Depot? Isn't that a bit conspicuous? Sitting at giant wooden desks in the middle of Home Depot seemed a bit conspicuous as well. Was I dressed in a suit as well? Did I look as put together as he did?

Before I could think too hard about these things I realized I needed to go to the bathroom. I packed up my computer, purse and other belongings on my desk and tucked them away in my desk drawers. I wouldn't want store customers browsing my belongings as if they were store merchandise. Glancing back across my empty desk I noticed one thing remained. It did not fit in my drawers and I had not previously noticed its presence. The giant, white polar bear sitting in my chair. I was genuinely surprised to see her. She sat slightly hunched with open arms as if she had been waiting all day for me to notice her. Cammy why did you come to work with me today? Well no matter. I'll just have to take you with me. I hoisted her in my arms and carried her with me. Holding her in my arms I suddenly missed the way her fur tickled my skin, the way her innocent big, round eyes asked me if it was time to play, and her unshakable innocent smile that let you know even if she didn't get her way she still loved you.

I awoke to a tangle of sheets. In my arms I held my patrick the pup. He didn't feel the way she did. He didn't tilt his head and smile when asking me to play. He never argued with me and waddled away to sit in a corner with his arms crossed and lips pouted. He was a good dog. He never actually said anything at all. She was gone. A distant memory. I can't even remember the last time I saw her or got to hold her the way I did in my dream. I probably gave her away during one of my many moves, deciding I needed less clutter and she was an unlucky component of the downsizing. Maybe I was the unlucky one. I lost her and would probably never see her again. And with her loss I realized the magic was gone. What laid in my arms wasn't a friend with whom I shared fond memories, whose personality often clashed with mine but we forgave each other and made up with a hug and a kiss, he was simply pieces of fabric sewn together around a ball of stuffing in the shape of a dog.

Once this realization hits, no item purchased in a store could replace her or come close that sense of companionship. Do people try to replace our old stuffed best friends with other people? Perhaps a human special someone to cuddle with on cold nights, who feels our foreheads when we are sick and reassures us we'll get better soon, who lets us dress them up, the lifetime dance partner and bed-jumping buddy, who listens to us as we reflect on our day and will never leak our secrets, who watches our favorite movies with us over and over again without complaint, who forgives us when we accidentally squash them or play too hard and pull off their head, who will always remain loyal even when their hair starts falling out. Maybe the key is to growing up is to find someone who can do all those things and makes you feel like you want to do the same for them. If you can't, I hear dogs are man's best friend and diamonds are the equivalent for women. Somehow I can't imagine those being quite the same.

(Cammy: When I was little my favorite video game was Street Fighter. There was a period in which my brother and I named all our new stuffed animals after Street Fighter characters. Cammy was a the female fighter from the UK with blonde pigtails and camouflage drawn on her legs. She was a tough one. Each of my animals had a unique personality. My Cammy was a neveraging, giant baby polar bear that liked to waddle around or bounce around on her large behind whose only concern in life was fish. She LOVED fish. You could not talk to her unless you brought her some fish to eat. Not sharing fish with her was the only the that made her angry. Besides that she incredibly loving and very silly.)

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