Or sober randomness.
Usually I try to make these lists of random thoughts kind of funny. If it happens this time, it’s entirely unintentional.
Writing to one person at a time has been far more intriguing to me than writing on this blog . . . which has been known to draw as many as two readers at a time.
I’m a sloppy prayer, but I try to keep it going.
Colin has taken to effusively expressing how much he’ll miss Heather and me when either of us is getting ready to go anywhere. It’s the nicest, most heartbreaking thing.
Addison has that friend at school. The one who teaches him what the bad words and rude hand gestures are. I’m so happy about this.
When I worry about him being too young to be exposed to that type of thing, I remember I was a couple years younger than he was when I took my Vulgarity 101 survey course. But Christian schools are advanced like that.
I was second in line at the CPO (Campus Post Office) here at Moody last week. The person in front of the line had a rather lengthy issue he needed resolved. When he finally departed the counter, no fewer than 8 students pushed past me to turn in package request slips, and one to just plain cut. I was amazed and impressed by their uniform rudeness. I won’t say they’re all going to hell. But they obviously have a way of bringing a little piece of hell with them wherever they go.
Don’t we all.
Seriously, we all need help. So help somebody.
By all means, eat food that is good for you. Just remember to feed your soul ice cream.
We got our goldfish a new fish tank. Our first fish was too big for the tank he had. Then we adopted a second, so . . . it was the ghetto of fish dwellings. They’re moving on up.
People love their pets, man.
Life is really one big lesson in how much I don’t know.
Facebook is becoming something other than Internet. It’s not even commerce or community. It’s like the new government. I’m afraid.
I’m writing stuff you can’t read yet.
Not because you’re not smart enough, I’m just not showing anyone.
I have long believed that you see a person differently when you look him or her in the eyes. If you’re having trouble relating to someone or taking them seriously or understanding them, the eyes have it. If they don’t, move on.
If you don’t understand what aposiopesis is . . .
Hate is a strong word. But that doesn’t mean you should never use it. And just because you don’t use the word doesn’t mean you aren’t guilty of hatred. You’re just as likely compounding it with dishonesty.
I don’t know when you’re reading this, but I’m hungry. Trust me.
Here’s a playlist. If you don’t have spotify, I’m sorry. It’s part of the new government.