There are days where I really just feel odd at church. Times where it’s as if some how every one can see every little movement I make, I know it’s not true but it feels that way all the same.
It really all depends on weather or not I can even focus on what’s being said that day, but for the most part i seem to drift off into space and think about all types of randomness. Much like the consistency of this post.
This girl in front of me raised her hand and I got a good look at it and remembered how gentle women are, but also how long it’s been since I’ve held hands. Simple pleasures lost in routine become so apparent when their gone. (or when their out for a season)
The more I sit by myself the more I realize that I’m more alone than I’ve been in a long time. But God some how keeps reminding me to look outward and upward.
I am really good at noticing my self and I find that most of the time there are better things right in front of my face.
Sometimes it just seems that I think about the things I miss more than the things I have. And as much as Id like to look in the right direction I can’t aways tell which way is toward.
There are many things I’ll never forget but there are some that may fade. As it would turn out I’m getting older and my sense of age isn’t getting older.
The other day i asked out a girl that was really cute and definitely worth asking, but as it turns out she’s only 20. Damn it!!! I finally get the guts to ask out a girl and she’s a freaking decade younger than me.
Live and learn I guess but damn it all the same. I’ll never forget when I realized that I was to old to ask out just any one.
Here is another thing I’ll never forget, much like the smile of that girl.
