Last night I was at Borders and overheard a woman loudly discussing journal writing on her cell phone. Being the nosy person that I am, I couldn't help but listen in. I wish I hadn't. "My journal has been the best thing EVAR for getting closer to God. When I write, I feel like God is ACTUALLY READING my words and using them as a guide for how to help me in life. Every time something great happens in my life, I write my thanks to God in my journal! Every time something terrible happens, I write to God and ask for his forgiveness for whatever I did to upset him." She went on like this for at least 10 minutes, ranting and raving about journal writing and God. I don't mean to sound like a jerk who is mocking Christians or religious people as a whole, but this woman was the epitome of what bothers me about people who wear their religion on their sleeve. It's one thing to write about the wonders that God may have provided you through the day, it's another thing to think that you can write out what you want to happen and think that God is providing it for you based on your writing. Eventually I had to wander to another area in the store for fear that my head would explode from an aneurysm.
Why are there so many old text messages on my cell phone? For some reason I save them, like notes from a high school crush. I find myself reading them sometimes, late at night when my mind is drifting to times long past. Sentimentality is a disease that has no cure. I was taking the long way home a few nights ago and drove by the house of an old friend. There was a "SOLD!" sign conspicuously placed in the yard. I've made new friends over time, of course, but that doesn't change the fact that I've lost touch with so many people over the years, never to hear from them again. Time has a way of sneaking up on you and occasionally stabbing you in the temple. Last week I received an email from some people in my class at Sumner asking if there was an interest in having a five-year reunion picnic/barbecue. How is it that five years have passed so quick?
On a lighter note: Falwell Legal/Clown College, coming soon!
Tonight I shall drink all of it away, at least for the night. Hopefully.