Consequential Mayhem

A tribute to random thoughts and whatever else fascinates you. Here's to the paradox of organized chaos which characterizes my life.

Thursday, March 24, 2005

"It's all about me..."

Bryan Taylor and I always used to sing that. We changed the words from "It's all about you, Jesus" to "It's all about me, Jesus, that you should do things my way." I really do think like that sometimes. Sad, huh.

I have lived alone for a while now. I have a friend staying with me right now. She is moving out soon, and having her here has been good, especially during spring break cause usually I deal with people constantly in my job so I treasure coming home to no one, but now there are no people here so I just sit in my office alone all day and say hello a million times to the custodial folks. BUT... I wonder if by living alone I am preparing myself to never live with anyone comfortably again. Well, I picked up Blue Like Jazz and started reading chapter 15 "Community" is the title. Don Miller lived alone for a long time and then moved in with something like 5 guys. He said that when he lived alone he believed that life was a play about him and everyone else were characters whose parts were no larger than the lines that they shared with him. It took him a while to realize that it wasn't all about him. I need to remember that there is nothing more important than the people around me. And whenever I start to feel inconvenienced I just need to remember that YOU are more important than ME.

Kerri. I sent you a package in the mail today. I hope you like it.

I conducted a phone interview today. I am always so humbled when I hear the words "phone interview." It is because (my experience with a catheter excluded) the most humiliating experience in my life was in a phone interview exactly 2 years ago. You know... my mom was the only person who witnessed the catheter incident and she loves me unconditionally, so I think the phone interview actually takes the cake. I am going to make it my personal agenda to make sure that every person who is on the other end of a phone interview with me feels like I adore them. Those things are torture.

Nashville... 8 days! See ya there! Let's Par-tay!!!!

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