Yeah so I thought I didn't like not having roomates. I do hate coming home to an empty apartment almost as much as I hated cleaning up after other people and overexposure to significant others. Sometimes I wish I at least had an animal, but I honestly think I would learn to dislike that situation too. I knew that living alone would grow on me though. Last night as I was getting increasingly tired of grading papers and listening to music one of the songs from my Salsa CD came on, so I was like... "I think I'll dance." So, I'm up in my apartment at 1am or so Salsa dancing away, improvising up a storm. At this point I was still wearing my outfit from earlier, but a half an hour later I decided I was hot so I ended up in my underwear (yeah, I know... too much info). Obviously if I had roomates I couldn't do that, or if I did I'd end up with some blackmail pictures lying around that I would need to take care of.
On the flip...
I haven't heard anything back yet, but on the spiritual level God seems to be yelling, "Wait my daughter, I gotchu! For real..."... So I will just listen to that, although I'd be lying if I said I wasn't salty. Some things won't resolve themselves until things stop being so unilateral. I feel like this has become a roadblock in my endeavor to planting myself in a circle of godly friends, but I'm probably just my own roadblock.... whatever.
Posted on 7.26.2006 at 6:38 PM
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