Hello world A journal from October 17, 2014 [Friday]
|ONE ONE TWO Wait for God’s timing|
Am I losing IT?
USERPROFILE\code\journal-141017.html | UTF-8 [nevermind that]
i Want to see if I have a warped view of time.
Am I losing it?
I'm going to try to sit here again in 5, no 30 minutes. 11:41 Moms back from school
10:08 AMI’m Back, I just traveled through several months of memories. I remember the time in last August, that I told Pastor a story. I told him about a greek story, that I wrote 13 years ago. I remember trying to convince that I remember almost everything I write. I was saying that I can recall every detail of some things that I write, like my 6th grade essay, “NIKE the IX Page Epic.”
— I could’t and still can’t.
But I was close!My Little Notey Some conversations (funny / confrontational) play in my head over and over again. Rehearsal. I try to remember the things that make me laugh, and the nice moments, and even gripping moments that shook me up a bit.I remember… (I remember a lot of things.) I remember saying to Pastor Bohr, I try to think about the good, and the funny, and the real life moments. I was really thinking out loud when I said that, because it made perfect sense and clarity to me. But he needed further explanation (I think most people would). By good I meant anything, that was not only true but that was normal not harmful. By funny, I meant anything that makes people laugh but never at the expense of others, (I told him “I guess it’s things only I find funny”). And the real life moments are moments that stop me in my tracks, the moments that catch my attention for the right reason, any moment that make me want to change for the better. I’ve heard Pastors called it “God moments.” Serendipity, whatever that means.
Now, I’m recalling something else. When I think about some times I went to work on my writing assignments at the Fresno City College Tutorial center, not because I needed help, but really because I just wanted someone to talk to. It didn’t hurt that there were many pretty girls there who could help write my papers. But even the guys, I liked talking to them too (not for the same reason). I did go and get help with my papers, and I did make decent grades on them, at least Cs most of the time. But it’s dawning upon me, that sometimes I would have so much to say to them, because I was lonely.
8:38 AM 10/22/2014
journal-141017.html [by the way, that’s YYMMDD format]Dee, this is a diary, not a document you won’t stop editing. You little writer.