Genuinely Giancarlo

This post was one I started late last year, just after the terrorist attacks in Paris, France. I never finished it because I couldn't make it sound how I wanted it to. I think I fixed it now. (Note: I didn't change anything from the original, I only added to it. Because of that, the tense in this post shifts from present to past as the post progresses. I kept it like that because thought it sounded better that way.) Over the past week, I've been thinking a lot about Paris. I've always had a pretty strong desire to travel, and Paris was always high up on my list of the places I wanted to go. But this week, I didn't think about the Eiffel Tower, or the Louvre, or the Notre Dame Cathedral. I thought about the terrorist attacks that were performed in Paris on November 13th. I thought about the people, the innocent people , who left their house that day, never to return. I thought about the children who lost their parents. I thought about the parents who lost the...

This post comes from an experience I had last semester in seminary. We had a sort of "battle of the sexes" activity thing going on, but before we started the activity, there was some stuff shared from both sides of the room regarding some things that a large number of the opposite gender did that was frustrating or bothersome (for example, a lot of the guys expressed frustration that a lot of girls dress immodestly. Classic seminary answer, am I right?). One of the things that a lot of the girls complained about was that it was annoying that a lot of guys act differently around different groups of people. And I completely understand that this is bothersome. I totally get that it wouldn't be cool to be with the sweetest person in the world, only to find out that they're a major jerk in another situation. And I can totally validate this. I see guys all the time act differently around different people. But what bothered me about this whole thing was that there seemed...