Simple Perspectives: To Each Their Own

All my friends constantly ask me one of two questions all the time.
   "Hey, Dude, do you think this chick (girl) is hot?"
    "Dude, what do you think of "(Insert band/song/actor/movie name here)"?"
Well, I usually try to avoid these kinds of things. I don't like having to answer these, because, when I do, there are people who insult me, or make fun of me. Not my friends, but the people who are around. One time, my friend asked if I thought the girl he liked was Hot....Well, my answer was kind of a hard one. Today, a lot of people use Hot as the same thing as attractive, or as a term for something else.... I mean, she was a very attractive person, physically, but I had no idea how she was mentally, or personality wise. Or even spiritually. Being a Christian, these are things I TRY to look at more than physical beauty. Was she Hot? To me, no. Was she attractive? Physically, yes, I'll admit it. But I didn't know her, so, I gave my usual answer:
    "Hey, to each his own, man."
Big mistake. He mistook me for saying that i thought she was ugly or something. That wasn't true. So, over the course of an hour or so, I explained to him my Philosophy. To Each Their Own. This means, to me, that everyone has what they find attractive. Every has their own likes and dislikes, their own way of life, and, as Christians, their own unique way of serving God. To me, she wasn't Hot, to him, she was. To me, there are girls I find Very attractive, that others don't. Sometimes, I think we all need to just sit back, and examine how we are treating each other. I mean, not all of us are going to have the same view points. Not all of us are going to be Football stars, or Musicians or Authors. Not all of us are going to make Loads of money, and not all of us are going to serve God in the same way. Take me for example: I have next to no skill in speaking to a crowd, I am really bad with people I don't know, and I get easily mixed up with what I am saying. My way of serving God? I try to live they way I am supposed to, and show others this. I love to write (obviously, from the length of this post) so, I can always Write for Him. This is MY way of serving. Others serve by Teaching, and some by Preaching, and others by One-on-One talks. That's not me, so, please don't try to force it on me.

To Each His Own.

I may disagree with some things, or some views, but that doesn't mean I will disrespect you for it. I respect your Ideas, and while I may try to change your views, if you do not wish to, Hey, Who am I to change that?

A Prologue I have for my Book I am working on:

King Sarmond let out a relieved sigh as he saw a flash of lightning, and heard the thunder. Glancing to the sky, he saw the clouds moving in, with rain following. He glance once more at the capital, Thelonosh, where is son, Prince Kerthain, was still sound asleep. He hoped his son would be able to forgive him. The battle today was suicide, to keep the Orcs, from discovering the single remaining city of the kingdom of Thel’landi. Sighing once more, Sarmond ordered the men to march. ‘200 men on foot’ he thought to himself, ‘50 of them archers. 25 horsemen, and a couple of siege weapons. We are outnumbered 50 to one. We all know it, and yet, I see no fear in their eyes.’ Looking forward, Sarmond saw the canyon. Turning to his men, he ordered them into positions; 20 archers on the tops of both canyon walls, and 10 behind the rest of the soldiers. Sarmond thought about their strategy. The standard 450 city garrison was split between two points. The canyon led to the western cities faster, and that was where the Orcs were last seen. It was assumed they would attack from there, however, defensively, it was the best place. No attacker could get a large force through when only a limited amount could leave at a time. So, they had another force along the main road, to ensure they fought the Orcs before they got to the city. Checking with the other force was easy enough, as they could communicate telepathically. However, it causes whoever was communicating to be distracted from the fighting.  As the men moved to positions, Sarmond himself contacted the Mage with the other group. There was no response.  Concerned, Sarmond tried harder. When he finally contacted the man, he sensed panic. ‘These guys are monsters! How can anything that big move so fast?!’ The communication was ended then, and Sarmond ordered the mage with him to scan the Canyon for life. There was nothing. Ordering a halt to activities, he told the men the Orcs attacked the Main Road already, and they were going to go help them. The men groaned, and began the march, as fast as they could to the road. Stopping just short of the Road, they saw the battle. Humans with swords and shields and spears and bows and arrows and hammers and many other weapons, were fighting eight foot tall giants, with dark skin, and large arms. These giants wielded huge battle axes and small bits of armor, and would not fall, even if they were stabbed. These were the Orcs. Sarmond ordered them to charge, and charge they did. Decapitating four Orcs, Sarmond let out a battle howl. Suddenly, a gush of blood hit him from the side. Turning, he saw a huge, nine foot tall beast, skin a black as he had never seen, marked with bone-white tattoos, and a skull design on his face, held his right-hand man in each hand. One half in each hand. Howling, Sarmond slashed at the creature’s arm. His sword hit at the lower arm with a wet cutting sound, followed by a quick thunk as it hit the bone. It stopped. Sarmond tried to pull the blade out, but he could not. Letting go of it, he grabbed a sword by his feet, and, spinning around, backed away from the Orc, who dropped the two halves of Sarmonds right-hand man. Then, grabbing the sword, the Orc yanked it out, and threw it at Sarmond as one might through a dagger. Deflecting it jarred Sarmond, who then ran forward and stabbed the Orc in the gut, who then spat out blood. However, this did not stop the Orc, as he reached down and threw Sarmond away, and lifted a battle axe of such huge proportions it could cleave pure stone in two. Gulping, Sarmond backed away, and felt his a large being against his back, turning, he saw another Orc, flinching from what he thought would be the end, he saw the Orc topple, a white-wood arrow imbedded in his skull. Looking around, he saw dust billowing in the valley approaching, with his son sitting atop a mighty charger, leading a band of militia from the city to their aid. Sarmond then felt something ice cold against his arm, and then could no longer feel it. Looking, he saw his arm falling to the ground, with a large battle axe lifting for another blow. Prince Kerthain, however, was able to intervene at the right time, decapitating the nine foot beast. Helping his Father up, Kerthain watched the militia drive the Orcs away, and smiled at his father.

                “Next time, don’t allow yourself to be distracted. And, before you ask, I do forgive you,” Sarmond gulped in air as much as he could, and felt his body going numb. Glancing at his son’s eyes, he saw that his son knew that his father was dieing, and was trying to allow him to peacefully pass.

                “My boy, you….you will be a much better King than I, or any of our forefathers. I am sure of that, and that alone, gives me the peace to pass into the Next Life willingly. You ARE the King now. Lead our people. Do not let them fall, and re-build this kingdom of ours,” Sarmond drew his last breath, smiling, as his son’s hair fell to reveal pointed ears.

                The next generations passed by with the same King, Kerthain, who was of Half-Elven blood, and thus, immortal by the standards of the Elves. He ruled for 600 years before taking an Elven wife, who gave birth to their son, Prince Thelenore, who was now more elf than man, but had the appearance of man. It was decided, after this, that Elves would not be allowed to be with Humans in marriage, and thus no more men would be Immortal, save for the Kings, though it would be kept a secret from everyone, including the Kings, until they were ready. So as the Kingship passed from Kerthain, who lost his leg in a raid from the Orcs, to Thelenore, and Thelenore ruled for 800 years before taking his wife, many things occurred. When his wife gave birth to their son, Veron, a blonde headed boy of rough characteristics, they thought that the Bloodline had ended. Then, however, his wife, in illness, gave birth to Ookami, a black-headed lad who was beautiful as well as unnaturally handsome, and eyes were a silvery green, they knew that the Bloodline would continue, but not in the line of Kings….