The preponderance of evidence points in an uncomfortable direction. I have been searching for years to determine what exactly is wrong with me, and all of the standard signs suggest SELF as the culprit. I no longer seem to have any logical ground on which to stand when hollering about whom to fault for my poverty, because I bring much of it upon myself. Can we call it what it is? I’m a sinful man – a man who sins. A lot.
Sin makes me flip things over. I spend a lot of time tormenting the insignificant or pseudo-significant issues of life, and not enough considering the real ones. For example, I prioritize getting high marks from my profs while I forget about exploring their passion for their discipline. I do funny walks in public because I like the attention, but walking with hurting friends in silence rarely occurs to me.
This blog will operate as long as I can continue to use it as a tool for fixing this problem. If it helps to manage the demands of the dumb stuff and to refocus my thoughts, I will be satisfied. Heck, if it allows me a socially-acceptable forum for talking to myself, I’ll be happy. You’re welcome to come along for the ride, if you wish. Comment on what sparks a new thought or an old one worth sharing. Email me about what makes you laugh or sing or cry or write to yourself. I’d love to hear from you.
Ok, initial reaction, take it for what it's worth--you THINK TOO MUCH! And, being a college student, you probably sleep too little.
But really, at some point, self-analysis becomes detrimental. I have tons more to say about that, but it'll wait.
And you know what, I think we need to hang out a little bit more. If I can, I'll wrangle a lunch invitation for ya from the people that have invited me on Sunday. Sound good?
Also, I need to start showing up on your hall, even if it means taking my clothes off. I can do that. For the sake of community, for the sake of relationship. I've become much less modest due to the influence of two factors. 1 is THE PIERCING. When I first got it I felt like everyone who talked about it deserved to see it because I didn't know who had contributed to the piercing fund. The second is the YMCA. Ain't nothing like being naked with a whole bunch of men in the middle of Chattanooga to release those inhibitions.
But maybe 1B isn't a naked hall. But I think my friend Max used to live there and he would study naked all the time. Wow, haven't thought about Max in years. Need to find him. Good old Maxwell. Wonder if he ever resolved those issues of doubt.
At any rate, I'm along for the ride. May it be a long ride.
Now I'm going to bed.
And if this ends up being the first comment on your blog, well, it's just a freakin' honor.
Must go to bed.
Posted by: jeep at October 28, 2003 11:28 PMWelcome to the blogsphere. Stick around.
Posted by: ryan at October 28, 2003 11:51 PMHi friend!
Posted by: j.krue at October 29, 2003 08:20 AMyeay! Bob! This blog is a little intense, but that's cool. Oh, and I wouldn't worry about socially-acceptable, it's never bothered me.
Posted by: linnea at October 29, 2003 10:30 AMBobbity-Bob-Bob Nickles,
Welcome aboard, ye fellow veteran of five-hour Jeremy Jones marathons! Congratulations on thinking too much; some of us are doomed to a life of this, and may as well learn not to hate ourselves for it. You could, I suppose, attempt to think less, by in my experience this is only possible with the aid of Covenant-banned substances. So it's just as well to embrace your overactive brain and get it thinking about things that matter, Jesus in particular. Good luck!
Posted by: mesh at October 29, 2003 11:10 AMMuchos gracias, one and all.
I'm tempted to say that part of this post was the third cup of coffee after 10 pm talking. Then again, who can say but that wasn't just Genuine Bob popping out? Coming attractions -- family comments. The circus performers that I call Dad, Mom, Jeff, and Melissa will be tuning into this page soon, and there's no telling what they might have to say.
Unbuckle your safety belts.
Posted by: bob at October 30, 2003 09:51 AMHi.
You do think too much! :)
Welcome to chattablogville. It's pretty addictive.
Posted by: Krista at October 31, 2003 05:07 PMOr covblogville.
Posted by: Krista at October 31, 2003 05:07 PM