True friends tell you your new glasses make you look ugly.
Then yell at you when you don’t wear them.
I think…
In My Own Skin
November 8, 2009It’s taken years of trying but I still don’t feel comfortable being in front of other people. I can fake it but I don’t like it.
In high school, I had to give a presentation where I had to impersonate Malcolm X. Content was amazing, delivery can only be described as “epic fail.” A friend later came up and said “I’ve never seen someone who looked so unsure of themselves hold an audience captive.”
I hate having eyes on me. I hate public speaking. I hate presentations. When I lead praise for small group, I usually don’t stop sweating until it’s time to play the closing song…when it all starts again.
I really miss some people.
Blech.
“Such a f—in Hipster”
November 6, 2009That was a phrase that used to get thrown out at my hipster friend back in the day.
Walking by the outside seating area at Espresso, I saw some hipster sipping tea, smoking a cigarette and reading some Kurt Vonnegut. Secretly, a part of me wanted to be him.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t read some Vonnegut in a while, maybe because I had a hankering for tea, maybe it’s because when I’m bored I wish I smoked to give me something to do.
Now is the winter of our discontent. Soon and very soon.
Classy…
November 2, 2009So my brother’s friend and I became facebook friends maybe a couple years ago. He passed away this past August. His family decided the leave his facebook page up and running so friends could post memories, photos, etc.
Ever since facebook added on a new feature to “reconnect” with people, his name has been popping up almost every single day.
gg facebook?
Cuz I’m From the Streets of Compton
October 29, 2009I love rap music. Love it love it love it. I know that anyone who has had any form of contact with me in the last couple weeks or so knows how kpop has taken over my life, but I still will never embrace Korean “rap.” Why? Hip-hop is from the streets, it’s from black culture, it’s from jazz, it’s from everything that’s not Korean. For a Korean to rap, in my mind, is to completely disrespect the movement.
This is my favorite rap song. ever.
That’s the unedited version so you can listen to it the way I like to listen to it and the way that I memorized it.
Why do I like this song so much?
It was my senior year of high school. My last year on the swim team. That year, we had this tradition of being loud, brash, and ruining anyone’s fun so we could have our own. During our conference meet, the last meet of the season and the last meet ever for some of us, we went all out. Someone brought a boombox and we proceeded to take over the locker room and everything else that happened will probably make you judge me (more than the song above will).
While on the bus ride home, we were blasting this song, everyone was singing along and I remember looking around at this crazy amalgamation that was assembled. There were kids that were labeled as druggies laughing next to nerds. There were kids that would never graduate community college trading jokes with honor roll students. Kids teachers hated singing along next to kids a teacher would never get in trouble. It really was the most bizarre gathering of people ever. For no reason would these people have any reason to associate with each other yet here was this group of people willing to go to hell and back for the person sitting next to them. I thought about my start as the worst swimmer in school history, how the past four years had changed me and how now, it was finally all coming to an end.
I cried.
I wasn’t the only one. There were guys who got moved down from varsity to swim with us who were, inexplicably, crying. One of them explained it as “I never knew what it was like to be there for each other as team until this meet. We always used to make fun of you guys for saying “JV for life,” but now I’m saying it too.”
To this day, that was probably one of the most bizarre moments of my life. A bus full of guys hugging each other and crying while singing/screaming “Forgot about Dre” at the top of their lungs.
I think church should look more like that bus than like the ones most of us go to now. People coming in, sitting next to someone and saying “wow, were it not for Jesus there is absolutely no reason why I would even associate with you, but now I call you my brother.”
Two Roads Diverged…
October 29, 2009I think I know what I want to do…
…but I appear to be going in the wrong direction.
Interesting, this is.
Clumsy
October 27, 2009While riding my bike I crashed into a trash can. I also ran a red light and almost crashed into a car/semi-hydroplaned into it.
God might show me grace but he never gave me any. Or He showed me common grace but not common sense.
