And then there was...
“Turn it back on…”
I wouldn’t consider myself one who has frequent encounters with desperation. But today I found myself screaming an assortment of badly connected explicatives (in my head for the most part) as I pleaded with a complete stranger as he shut off my electricity. Needless to say, this is a spot I never thought I would find myself in: standing outside my mobile home, wearing the same clothes I woke up in, watching a TXU disconnection order being served, demanding that a company man would just wait a moment so I could get things straightened out. I half expected to turn around and find my overweight, half-naked, Courtney Love-esque wife standing behind a screen door, sucking the life out of a Virginia Slim, clutching my 3 month old, and barking for our other offspring who had turned a hubcap into a hat to get her ass back in the trailer. Then I realized that I’m only 23 and such a thing shouldn’t come to fruition for another 6 months or so… if all goes well.
Well, long story short and $300 later, I’ve set up camp in a local coffee shop while I anticipate the re-turning on of my lights. It’s uncanny how such an event can get you to thinking about the grand scheme of things. Honestly, I’ve been in a shit-hole of an existence for about 3 months now. I haven’t been attempting much social interaction, except with those whom I feel some sort of obligation, and I have little to no desire to converse with God. I’m enrolled in seminary because I feel like I have no place else to go and nothing else that I could be good at. But today was a good day, and I can’t think of one damn reason why that’s the case.
I wouldn’t consider myself one who has frequent encounters with desperation. But today I found myself screaming an assortment of badly connected explicatives (in my head for the most part) as I pleaded with a complete stranger as he shut off my electricity. Needless to say, this is a spot I never thought I would find myself in: standing outside my mobile home, wearing the same clothes I woke up in, watching a TXU disconnection order being served, demanding that a company man would just wait a moment so I could get things straightened out. I half expected to turn around and find my overweight, half-naked, Courtney Love-esque wife standing behind a screen door, sucking the life out of a Virginia Slim, clutching my 3 month old, and barking for our other offspring who had turned a hubcap into a hat to get her ass back in the trailer. Then I realized that I’m only 23 and such a thing shouldn’t come to fruition for another 6 months or so… if all goes well.
Well, long story short and $300 later, I’ve set up camp in a local coffee shop while I anticipate the re-turning on of my lights. It’s uncanny how such an event can get you to thinking about the grand scheme of things. Honestly, I’ve been in a shit-hole of an existence for about 3 months now. I haven’t been attempting much social interaction, except with those whom I feel some sort of obligation, and I have little to no desire to converse with God. I’m enrolled in seminary because I feel like I have no place else to go and nothing else that I could be good at. But today was a good day, and I can’t think of one damn reason why that’s the case.
i'm sorry.
and i'm glad.
and i love you.
and i think you should move to atlanta.
Posted by
Anonymous |
7:25 AM
Unlike Casey, I don't think moving to Atlanta would solve your problems. I think you should move to Bryan.
Posted by
Anonymous |
11:30 PM