Yep. The sun came back today. I went outside for several hours and noticed several things that I will tell you:
Thing 1) I enjoy reading books that have to do with philosophy and theology. I don’t get bored. The implications for my day seem to expand and let me tell you, when I read a good explication of sin (like I did today) boyhowdy am I pumped that God through Jesus is reconciling Himself to us. Anyhow, that could be the summary of my reading today. Lots of good things to think about.
Thing B) I don’t get much done when I read/study with friends who are girls. It’s just the way it is. When you go to read books with friend who is a dude, you typically read books. That’s why you told him you were going to read books/study beforehand. When there are girls you end up chatting and talking for a good while before and during the studying. No one seems to be flustered by this (I wasn’t). Friends appeared, I was in a park on a bench reading. Enjoying good company is far better than being all awkwardly distant from it on a bench by yourself. Sometimes sacrifices in the area of efficiency have to be made to enjoy life.
Thing C.5) My skin is really reactive to sunlight. I am significantly darker than I was this morning. I forgot that. I put that down as a “neato” for today. If I had a chart that graphed out the neato factor…it would be a useless venture in time-mismanagement.
The other day I (with the help of Sarah Schooley) discovered the 5th category of the word cute. Last year in a odd mood I decided to think about all the possible ways that girls use the word cute. They use it a lot. I came up with four: Cute baby/puppy, cute shoes, cute boy, sarcastic cute. If you think about all those you can tell in your head that there are subtle differences among them. They have to do with the emphasis they put on the words.
Sarcastic cute is the sort of cute with which you (being a girl) would mock your friend’s apparrel.
Cute puppy accompanies the high pitched “awww” that girls use to interact with fluffy animals and new born babies.
Cute shoes show girls that their friends approve of their clothes in that their wardrobe decisions in some sense expand on their attractiveness. Either by sheer ability to combine colors, or the way in which a particular article of clothing accentuates something. You find a similar thing with guys. Only we don’t say cute. we say “rad, tight, sick, smooth, bomb,” or a variety of other words that state our affirmation of the way in which another guy looks somehow tougher, more badass, or generally more ready to fight bears than he may have been before he decided to wear/use/carry whatever it may be.
Cute boy has its own completely tone. It generally provokes redness in the cheeks, unabashed agreement, or indignation in females.
Anyhow, the fifth category of cute is “old people cute”. Old people I discovered use cute in a way that is completely different than the aforementioned cutes. It is used as thought they are trying to express that something exists and is of vague interest. Whatever it is is liked, but just enough to merit a cute. It’s cute, they appreciate it, but they don’t go into further detail. All the other cutes seem to spill over into longer conversations or the haphazard assortment of pleased “oooh, Look at his paws!” that comes with cute puppy.
You may or may not be pumped about this discovery, but hopefully the exploration of it here helped you think a bit more about the mindblowing complexity of the human being. Especially the female sort.
In other news , let’s see here… I am coming to realize that I have issues with things just being what they are. For example: life is boring sometimes. Even the most fantastic situation can become humdrum. The irritating thing for me is when that happens with the Lord. I guess part of me feels like time with Jesus should be this whirlwind of adventure all the time. However, when I think about the disciples I remember something. They were with Jesus for 3 years. That’s over a thousand days. I wonder if all of those days were incredibly fun/exciting or if on some of those days they just walked to Jerusalem in a group and didn’t do much.
Maybe this is a problem of my societal upbringing, maybe it’s just me, but I guess I am always jonesing for the Holy Spirit to be so present that miracles happen all the time…but perhaps it might be better if I learned what it meant to let things be what they are.
My friend Stephen and I talked about this the other day in regard to marriage. It will probably be boring sometimes. Stephen and I realized that sometimes even hanging out with friends is boring. We ate lunch and then played video games, after which I took a nap while he was downstairs watching basketball, when I woke up we ate stew and then played more video games. It was good. Yet, it was not the most fun I have ever had. Maybe that’s a testament to my friendship with Stephen that we can be friends who don’t do much.
Perhaps I have the problem of making life with Jesus into something that I expect to be fun and mindblowing everyday. It seems that there are days in which you just get to be in your relationship with the Triune God. I guess that’s not a bad thing.