11/25/07

Someone asked me if I ran this morning.  I didn’t, not in a race anyway.  I’m not exactly an athletic person and pretty much everyone knows it.  But this particular person thought I was someone else.  Further proof that people should eat more carrots, and, that if I’d like to be noticed, I shouldn’t dye my hair the same color as other people who share my height.

I used to like it here.  I still do occasionally.  Like when Matt and Carl are up in the balcony making jokes about Patrick’s lack in speaking ability, or how the band would probably sound better if they all switched instruments and played at random–but generally, I have a hard time with it.

It hurt me.

Other people who don’t come from a fundamental Baptist background have a hard time understanding my problems with it.  They have an even harder time understanding my acceptance.  It seems that people think that if you believe something you have to be in all or nothing.  And similarly if you disagree with something, you obviously should hate everything it stands for or represents.

Its strange how something that used to be the whole of your existance can become, so quickly, something that finds you incomprehensible.