I’ve got some time
to kill. First of all, that is a terrible phrase. Assisted suicide maybe. But time is doing a great job at getting rid of itself on it’s own.
I just removed myself from a hot air vent that I spent the past hour and a half sitting on (and subsequently imprinting grill marks onto my ass) with two people that have, without a doubt, impacted my life to the point of no return. Not to what it used to be.
My living situation never ceases to amaze me. I live in a community of 500 people. Out of which a staggering 6 of them are the closest friends I have ever had. What are the chances. You go through life expecting to make a few lasting friends; maybe two or three that will stand the tests of time. That mindset seems like bullshit at this point. Each and every one of these people that I have fallen in love with this past semester will remain with me. Obviously not by my side but more realistically in my back pocket. I’ve got fate or luck or destiny on my side. Regardless, I’m dumbfounded. I feel like I’ve been on Kairos these past four months. No one will probably understand that reference. However, it’s terribly important.
This is true love.
Making popcorn and cookies for the hungry ones.
Listening to the ones in need.
Knowing they will do the same. Always.
