Sunday, October 17, 2010
Its a new day
So, news to all who havent heard, I've started a new job. I can now happily say I have a career. I am teaching for a Head Start program in GR. If you haven't heard of Head Start, it's a federally funded preschool program for low income families. The preschool is completely free to the families based on their income. After a week of working there, I can say that I love my job. Ask me in a month and I'll probably tell you the same, because I will have a 5 day weekend for thanksgiving. The vacay time for this company is amazing. It's a real school schedule and I am super pumped.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Sunday bloody Sunday
Well, it's after one in the morning and here I sit not having any desire to go to bed. I feel like I am 16 and that because I don't have to work in the morning, I shouldn't have to go to bed. I've decided to give this blog thing a shot. I don't want to use this as a spot for me to vent to the world but more so just to seem intellectual. So here I go...
A couple of weeks ago I was at a local establishment, yeah a bar. I was there playing trivia with a couple of friends. After we were finished with the trivia game, a man walked in and ordered a drink. No big deal. I went on talking to my friends. A few moments later, another man walked into the bar with a clear trash bag. I didn't see what was in the bag, but for some reason this man intrigued me.
He sat next to the first man who walked in. This gentleman was decently dressed in a white button down shirt and khaki pants and a camel colored Car Hart jacket on. I remember thinking, it's still a little warm out for a Car Hart jacket, but to each his own. The man sat at the bar and ordered a water and drank it very quickly. After ordering another water he began talk to the man he was sitting next to. I continued to watch these gentlemen trying not to seem like I was staring. Something about the man in the camel colored Car Hart struck a chord in my heart. I was curious why he only ordered water and why he drank it so quickly. I wondered why he carried a bag with him.
I occasionally caught bits of the conversation the men were having (yes, eavesdropping) I heard them discussing God. I kept having the urge to go talk to the man. I wanted to know him. Not because I was attracted to him, but I was simply curious about him. Needless to say, I never went to talk to the man. He left before I could muster up the courage to even say hello to him. It left me wondering why is it so hard to say hello to someone? Maybe it's because when we are young, we are told not to talk to strangers and it is something that just remains with us through adulthood. Maybe we are all too fearful of being rejected.
That's just the thoughts I have for now...
~Seigneur, ayez pitié de moi ~ Ters
A couple of weeks ago I was at a local establishment, yeah a bar. I was there playing trivia with a couple of friends. After we were finished with the trivia game, a man walked in and ordered a drink. No big deal. I went on talking to my friends. A few moments later, another man walked into the bar with a clear trash bag. I didn't see what was in the bag, but for some reason this man intrigued me.
He sat next to the first man who walked in. This gentleman was decently dressed in a white button down shirt and khaki pants and a camel colored Car Hart jacket on. I remember thinking, it's still a little warm out for a Car Hart jacket, but to each his own. The man sat at the bar and ordered a water and drank it very quickly. After ordering another water he began talk to the man he was sitting next to. I continued to watch these gentlemen trying not to seem like I was staring. Something about the man in the camel colored Car Hart struck a chord in my heart. I was curious why he only ordered water and why he drank it so quickly. I wondered why he carried a bag with him.
I occasionally caught bits of the conversation the men were having (yes, eavesdropping) I heard them discussing God. I kept having the urge to go talk to the man. I wanted to know him. Not because I was attracted to him, but I was simply curious about him. Needless to say, I never went to talk to the man. He left before I could muster up the courage to even say hello to him. It left me wondering why is it so hard to say hello to someone? Maybe it's because when we are young, we are told not to talk to strangers and it is something that just remains with us through adulthood. Maybe we are all too fearful of being rejected.
That's just the thoughts I have for now...
~Seigneur, ayez pitié de moi ~ Ters
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