That when we have found the King - in which your pain
That way, I’ll this - he that first lights on him
Holla the other.
-Shakespeare; King Lear
I can’t takes these lines seriously.
"I returned the miniature, wondering what in the world had made him open his heart to me. That was something I never did; it was dangerous. First, it was dangerous if you felt like that about anything, because then you’d never get it or something or someone would take it away from you; then it was dangerous because nobody would understand you and they’d only laugh and think you were crazy."-Ralph Ellison; Invisible Man
"And while the ice was melting to form a flood in which I threatened to drown I awoke one afternoon to find that my first northern winter had set."-Ralph Ellison; Invisible Man
- Stay up talking and listening to 80’s songs
- Quoting lines from all the movies that we love
- Wreaking havoc on our world
- Hanging out at truck stops just to pass the time
- Lighting fireworks in parking lots
- Cherry cokes under the moonlight summer sky
Twenty minutes ago, I lifted my blanket in hopes of entering a delightful slumber. Though my sleepy stupor clouds my judgment, I did not fail to see the massive black creature sitting atop my pillow. Naturally, I was thrown aback at the appalling sight of this spider. Like I said, it’s been twenty minutes now as I’ve watched this culprit move from pillow, to sheet, to wall, to ceiling, only to have it fall from the ceiling back onto my pillow. I am back at square one.
It has been three whole minutes since the arachnid has remained immobile. I think that fall has taken a toll on it’s body. It is currently settled comfortably on the edge of my pillow.
The weather outside is surprisingly windy and I’m almost certain that Gloria is sleeping with her window open because her bedroom door keeps opening and closing by itself. At first, I didn’t think much of it, but now I am convinced her door is doing that just to add to this eerie mood.
Because the spider has chosen to rest in the nook between my pillow and the wall, all visual contact has been lost. As such, I am forced to wander back and forth to make sure it is still there.
It is still there.
The adversary has been captured. Praise the Lord for good friends.
Today, Gloria and I were leaving to Beach Day when we realized we didn’t have a beach towel. Luckily, we saw one in the cabinet that belonged to Sarah so I asked her if we could use it.
Now we know what Sarah really thinks of us…
Sometimes the last straw is enough to drive me insane. But then I ask myself why it matters to me so much. And in the end, it shouldn’t. And it doesn’t because Christ’s love covers all.
"It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one’s self through the eyes of others, of measuring one’s soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity."-W.E.B. Du Bois
I look to my left. Tall, tanned, bleach blonde hair: swimmer. To my right, a laughing hyena. But perhaps the swimmer is not a swimmer at all and is in actuality, terrified of water. Or the hyena, a sad, sad raven. Appearances can be duplicitous.
Exhibit A. I like to get to class a little early so I can sit on a right-handed desk by the door a couple rows from the front, which is great because I can easily get up and go to the restroom, I have a place for my coffee, and it’s close enough for my audio notes to be clear, but not so close that I get splattered with saliva.
I’ve sat there all quarter, but these days, there have been some rebels who have decided that they also want that exact seat. And before you call me selfish, there are an abundance of open seats (that picture is just a snippet of the whole classroom), and who the heck is left-handed these days anyways. Alright. So, I was driving to campus and then I inconveniently got stuck behind a painfully slow car, which was frustrating because there wasn’t any congestion on the roads at that time that would cause such sloth-like movement. I heaved a heavy sigh, switched lanes, sped up, and glanced at the driver, who just so happened to be an elderly woman. I thought, “Aw shucks, sweet old grandma” and continued on my way. The point is, is that things aren’t always as they seem. A slow driver does not mean a stupid driver. It may, in fact, mean safe, aging driver. And in case you’re wondering, I did not get my usual seat in class. But such is life.
Exhibit B. One day I was at Zot n Go standing in front of rows and rows of individual snack bags. As I was surveying the plethora of choices, a red bag caught my special attention and I quickly decided that this was the one.
Satisfied, I rang up my purchase and headed off into the sunset. (Not really, it was around 2pm). Anyways, I decided to save this bag until I was as hungry as Esau because as the saying goes, hunger is the best pickle. When I decided I was thoroughly Esau-tic, I whipped out my bag of Cheez-Its, but dreadfully, terribly, and woefully found out that the lucky bag I had chosen was, in actuality, a Hot & Spicy bag.
I was betrayed by my own eyes. Dejected by my own mistake. My thoughts were racing until they were so rudely interrupted by my growling stomach. I decided to just eat these dumb Cheez-Its because I was saving up my appetite for them all day (more like 3 hours). And so, I opened the bag and threw one in my mouth. It was surprisingly… pleasant. Not really hot, nor spicy (sounds like false advertising to me), but it had a nice little kick. Some zest. Tang. Pizazz. Whatever. Moral of the story is, Hot & Spicy Cheez-Its may claim they are hot and spicy, but they are actually… Lukewarm and mild. And delicious. I learned that day that Cheez-Its, too, can be duplicitous in appearance.
The reason I present these two stories is because if appearances are duplicitous, I wonder what people think of me; I wonder if I am a good witness to those around me. Do my actions exhibit the love of Christ that has saved me? Or do people simply see me as some weird Asian girl? (Sorta true). Still, I wish to be a good witness. Food for thought. For me. Or for you. This was really random. So good day, everyone. Witness light.
I haven’t talked to my dad in a couple of days, so I decided to shoot him a text saying hi. This is what he responded with…
Apparently “hello” now means “I can read your mind. I know you are terribly sick. How are you feeling? I hope it’s not too severe.”
Me: I will give you a punch...line after I tell you a joke
Janelle: There's a part of me that wants to hit you...up for coffee this week
Me: If you do I will slap...myself to make sure I'm not dreaming
Janelle: Well if you are dreaming, I'll be sure to smash you...r alarm clock so it won't wake you
Me: Good.. I don't want you to crush...my hopes and dreams
Janelle: That would be like stabbing your back..
Me: Et tu, Brute?
Janelle: Si, e me.
Thank you to the kind stranger who used my iTunes account and gift card to buy an $11.99 album. At least it was Big Bang. Huzzah!
My creative juices have ceased to flow. I am a vegetable, perhaps a piece of celery that takes more calories to chew than it has in itself. What I’m craving is the replenishment of that which has been depleted. The gas to my Honda. The Cosmo to my Wanda.
Well, I can’t eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs. One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.
I need a muffin.
And with that, I return. Fare thee well.