Jerkfaces.

     I'm sitting in advisory right now.  I just got back from lunch.  I'm trying to figure out how the crap I'm supposed to love everyone in the freaking world.  A while back, I posted a lot about how hard it is to love people, but how we're supposed to anyways.  Jesus loved everyone he met.  God loves everyone now.  I was sitting at lunch, updating Emily on all the small town drama of Pontotoc....when I got hit in the head with food.  Real life??  Yes.  I don't even know what it was.  It hit the right side of my hair and flung off when I immediately grabbed the spot where the unknown substance hit.  After that, I stopped talking, and attempted to let it go and not think about it.  That was kind of impossible since the group of people who threw it were constantly looking back at me and laughing.  Then someone from behind me threw food back at the group who originally hit me.  It was awful.  I was not happy, obviously.  Who would be in a good mood after being hit in the head with food, then having 12 zillion people in the cafeteria turn and laugh at you??  Yeah.  My life.  I was extremely mad and distraught.  I simply don't understand why people feel the need to be stupid, idiotic jerks and throw food in the first place.  It is wasteful.  I'd love to see those people go to another country and see the people dying because they don't have anything to eat....when they are just throwing their perfectly good food around the cafeteria.  Anyways, I was really mad and I looked down and tried not to cry.  I'm a wimp.  But I wasn't about to cry because I was upset.  I was about to cry because I was mad.  Now, my point in this long post....
     When I walked in advisory, I wanted to go punch those jerks in the face.  I'm a tad calmed down now....but still not at all happy.  That kind of just ruined my day.  Kind of.  My question is....how am I supposed to love the awful, idiot, jerkface that just threw food across the cafeteria and hit me in the head??  Honestly, I still want to go punch whoever it was in the face.  I don't understand why I have to love those kinds of people.  I don't want to.  Not at all.  
     I'm so frustrated.  With myself because I am being so dramatic and wimpy.  And because I'm refusing to love someone that I don't even know.  That is completely ridiculous.  Even if they did hit me with food.  God calls us to love EVERYONE.  I'm trying.  I'm trying really hard to find a reason to love that kid.  I'm working on the whole forgiveness thing as well.  
     It is so hard to forgive people sometimes.  People you don't know (that hit you with food).   People that hurt you so deeply.  People that are just mean all the time.  It is so hard to love them, too, even after you forgive them.  I just came up with the reason we're supposed to love those people....because Jesus did.  So, if Jesus could forgive all those people who rejected him....I can forgive the kid who messed up my hair in the cafeteria.  If Jesus can love ME, after all the stuff I've done to him, I can love that kid who I wanted to go punch a little while ago.
     Now, I'm sorry I just bored you with this long post and terrible story.  That was my process of trying to forgive and love.  I knew that it'd take a lot of writing for me to actually not be mad again.  I thought I'd just post it on my blog anyways.  And I'm not mad at the unknown person who likes to make scenes at lunch anymore.  I don't know that person's story.  I don't know anything about them.  So, I guess the only way I can love them is to pray for them and let it go.  My life..