Happiness is being able to have peer conversations. These are no-stress situations for me. We're the same age, same station in life, college wasn't that long ago, and all parties involved in the conversation have more or less the same questions.
Oh. And my apartment could be considered clean and well kept.
Sadness is realizing you achieved a small victory by finding gas for $3.70.
Yesterday I was a little surprised by some observations that were made of me:
(1) I like men being in authority (over me).
(2) I can cook.
(3) I'm a decent hostess.
Evan is still trying to figure out why I find RP so appealing. He was worried that I found it a little annoying, but it's actually good for me to hear the issues he raises.
We also discussed, briefly, about our blogging audience. Some people blog because they have things to say and they aim for a nebulous group of people. Others (like Evan, Sarah, and I) blog for the purposes of staying in touch with friends. We want the opinions and feedback of people we have actually broken bread with and have indulged in conversation.
After dropping Evan off I met up with a former roommate in Atlanta for coffee. It will always amaze me at how much alike we both are and yet so completely opposite. She's getting disillusioned with her current church because of her age and station in life and how there aren't many opportunities for peer interactions. Whereas I have just accepted the lack of peer interactions as part of what the Lord has called me to right now, she desires change.
In the last 48 hours I have had 3 conversations with friends about the idea of going into cruise control. This is the point in life where it is tempting, probably more so than any other time in life. At this point, it seems we change now or forever hold our peace.
Being American, (as I was discussing with Hannah on Saturday) you have an amount of control over your "destiny" that other world citizens don't have by default. This is a little frustrating for people like me who have never asked much. Yet, the things that we do ask seem to be big deal and even impossible.
Me: want husband, kids, be able to keep 'em healthy, feed, and dressed. This doesn't seem like it would actually be out of the realm of possibility if it weren't for the fact that there are no prospects anywhere to be seen. It seems as if I'm asking God to switch the order of the continental landmasses when I pray about a husband. I've never been one with a desire for big, expensive gifts (minus the Nintendo I had to have when I was 11). So, when something that seems reasonable is withheld, I automatically go into "What am I doing wrong??" mode. I can find a dozen things or so, then I attempt to fix them, then I realize I'm living by the law and not grace, then I attempt to live by grace, screw up, go back to rules, realize I need grace, repent, live by rules again, and the cycle continues . . .
I'm rambling. I'm quite tired.
And the month of August hasn't even started yet.
I'm so looking forward to Labor Day weekend.
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