Not up till 3AM this time.

The last two days I have been up until 3AM hanging out with guys on my floor doing things like watching Smallville and playing nerdy sorts of video games. We found this game online called X-COM: UFO Defense. I used to play it when I was younger….in 1993. It’s about 8 Megabytes. It used to be a HUGE deal. It’s still awesome, but it takes up about as much room as a power-point presentation. Times change, but the sweet-awesome fun of defending the world from impending alien doom does not.

I was looking out my window the past few days and there’s this tree out there with some pretty amazing flower blossoms. You should look at them if you randomly walk by my window.

There was this episode of Smallville that made me wonder something. Clark Kent went to a dance with his friend Cloe, but then had to run out of the dance hall right before they kissed to save people from a tornado. By people I mean the girl he is really into. So he did that, but he and Cloe were still on the track to being more than friends (wink, nudge). BUT, Cloe did this thing where she said, “So I was thinking that it’d be better if we just stayed really good friends.” and then Clark said, “Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Here’s the thing. After this Cloe cried and was sad. Why? Because her mind-game failed. Clark wanted to protect her from getting hurt…if you dated superman he’d be worried too. Clark didn’t want that to be what happened (I could tell), but it seemed like what she wanted and he’s a man and doesn’t read in between the lines well.

This brings me to my point. If you’re a girl, reading this, do us men a favor. We need you to say what you mean. We’re not gonna get your silly mind-games otherwise. Seriously. Give us a hand. Clark Kent is a good example of what happens when you play games: He doesn’t get the game and goes with what you say and not what you mean. I’ll give you a high five if you say what you mean all the time.

I was in church today and I was not very into it. I dunno what it is, but for some reason today it felt like everyone in church could have been objects of my imagination. Besides a guy named Seth who introduced himself to me, I don’t think I would have imagined someone named Seth. It was odd though. Maybe it’s because I really don’t know anyone at church. Everyone there is just a face without a story. I think I’m tired of going to church and letting it be that. I want to know people’s stories, I want to have real community.

I was thinking about the community in which I live. There are about 40 guys on a floor. We hang out and talk and occasionally spend time in prayer or talk about the Lord, but mostly we just hang out. I know a few of the guys pretty well, but to be honest I realized that I don’t know many of their stories at all. I see them and I interact with them and they with me…but am I just an empty face to them who could be imaginary? I don’t think they think I’m imaginary. I doubt their imaginations would make them go to floor meetings. Still though, I’m learning that people’s stories are important to them and to me being able to know them. I just wish I could hear more of their stories.

Well. That’s it for now. G’night.