As I sit here at my father's office plagued with boredom I have an itch to write. Although I am truly sorry for treating you blogger as an entertainment booty call, it doesn't matter why I'm here, right? Isn't it enough that in the end, regardless of the reasons, I showed up? Hmm. I'm baffled by my efforts to make a heartfelt apology considering this is a free blogging website, not a neglected boyfriend or pet.
Well, anyway.
This morning, while sitting at my home of a desk at Germania Insurance, my phone chimed and I was quite shocked with who it was. It was someone who wasn't very happy with me, and really who could blame him. He's young. They have a lot of unsubsided anger, those young ones. Well he, I'm sure, thought very maturely of himself for confronting me at all, but I have to crush this pride installed in his "maturity" because when I say "my phone rang" I mean he sent a text message. I marveled at the carefully constructed few sentences he wrote, trying to narrarate his frustration and anger towards what he considers my wrong doing. Well I wish he understood that I did him a favor,actually. So I replied exactly how he needed me to reply. In a dry, business like monotonous text message. He shouldn't exert any effort to feel anything in my regards, becuase I am not in his life currently, nor will I be in it in the future.
Our lives all have a direction, and while we can change the course of this direction, either way we are progressing towards something. We have brief encounters, due to the inevitable crossing of different paths, and occasionally we meet people who we will walk with for many years. It is important however, to continue progressing, and to prioritize in the order of what makes your journey the most efficient. Because of this sometimes,even though I am a nice girl, you have to make yourself as unhuman (hence monotony)in someone elses eyes, so perhaps they will forget about you and continue on their journey.
I have mixed emotions about this post for two reason. I'd like to feel lame for chasing a tangent that sparked from an unimportant conversation. I even went as far as to reword a metephore that we have all heard about "the journey of our lives". So while I did an ultra lame thing, I have produced something worthy of pride. I started reminiscing in this draft at 1:15, and now after reflection, proofreading, and texting Robin Nordman here and there, it is 2:04. So while I'm not proud of my unextraordinary and unoriginal thoughts, I am in this moment proud of my exemplified ability to waste over forty five minutes of what would have otherwise been time moving at a glacial pace. Blessings truly do present themselves in the strangest of ways.
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