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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'm sorry.
and i'm glad.
and i love you.
and i think you should move to atlanta.

Unlike Casey, I don't think moving to Atlanta would solve your problems. I think you should move to Bryan.

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  • I'm jared slack
  • From Waco, Texas, United States
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"A God who cannot suffer is poorer than any human. For a God who is incapable of suffering is a being who cannot be involved. Suffering and injustice do not affect him. And because he is so completely insensitive, he cannot be affected or shaken by anything. He cannot weep, for he has no tears. But the one who cannot suffer cannot love either. So he is also a loveless being." ------ Jurgen Moltmann

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