Closing in, closing out, breaking down
Something is about to happen to me. It's actually been happening for more than five years now. But now it's really about to happen. I don't even want to talk about it right now. However, I happened to read this today and it scared the color right out of the hair above my ears (or maybe that was happening already).
Click here to read the whole horrifying account.
And pray for me.
Something is about to happen to me. It's actually been happening for more than five years now. But now it's really about to happen. I don't even want to talk about it right now. However, I happened to read this today and it scared the color right out of the hair above my ears (or maybe that was happening already).
What I craved was simple: conversation. I didn’t care whether it was with jocks, dorks, hippies, frat guys, sorority belles, math nerds, longhaired granola chicks, airheads, rockers, preps, druggies or losers. I just wanted someone — anyone — to approach me and talk to me as a peer, an equal, a member of the collegiate clan. I didn’t want to be addressed as “sir.” I didn’t want to hear questions about what a guy like me was doing in a place like this. I wanted to fly under the radar, to be seen, acknowledged, spoken to and accepted.
Click here to read the whole horrifying account.
And pray for me.
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