For those of you who hate emotional ramblings of personal insights (or lack thereof), save yourself the frustration and load a different site right now. Check out ZeroDayDeal$… that will keep you busy for awhile ( I won’t even open the link in another window, so you’ll stay at my site). I have yet to write an entry like this, so I feel like I have permission to do so.
If this were a Xanga entry, I would have a little window on the side 
or top of the page that would look something like this. Brings back some good memories, eh? If any of you still use Xanga, leave me a comment below. It seems like it may have entered the top ten list of endangered websites. Anyways, I have started rereading Blue Like Jazz since coming to school just because it seemed appropriate. I’m sure subconsciously I was hoping it’d give me “Jesus†power to “save†everyone around me in school, if you know what I mean. It’s interesting how my mind can turn “sharing God’s love†into a project. People turn into “spiritual†projects opposed to people. That’s wrong.
The book is one of the easiest books to read, and I mean that in more of a sense than the thinness and big text. It’s emotionally stimulating, and for me, that’s all it takes. Is that why people read books? You read some books to gain knowledge, and the rest of the books, you read to get the pyscho-emotional chemicals flowing. That’s life in the book world.
The chapter I just read did just that. It wasn’t overwhelmingly insightful or anything like that; it just made me ponder something for a bit. It was the chapter titled “Alone – Fifty-three Years in Space.†At the end of the chapter, Donald Miller writes about community and its tie-ins with followers of Christ.
“… I should have people around buggin me and getting under my skin because without people I could not grow – I could not grow in God, and I could not grow as a human.â€Â
I don’t fully relate to him, as I consider him to be more introverted than myself, but I can definitely understand what he’s saying. If I was given a choice of living alone or with somebody else, I would always choose alone (unless we’re talking about my bride-to-be, whoever that may be… if anyone). I can be easily irritated by insignificant actions of those who live with or around me, and I don’t want to deal with it… and that’s wrong. Simple as that.
Living in a dorm room the size of an average microwave with another person has proved to be somewhat challenging (Marvin if you’re reading this, I mean no offense. It’s a character-flaw on my end). I suppose it is true that these experiences do build character. If nothing else, I’m a more flexible person. My roommate likes to stay up late, and I don’t exactly. He leaves the room to study late, I leave a light on for him, put in purple ear-plugs, and have one of those sleeping masks (it’s not purple) so I don’t wake up when he comes in. Yes, I am a light sleeper, and yes, that has potential to be a funny visual. Stupid example, I know, but that’s all I can come up with. It’s hard to say what effect living with and around people who are different and have different beliefs has on me, but my gut tells me it’s making me who I am and who I’m meant to be.
Until next time…
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