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My loss.

I definitely didn't plan for it to happen. I only wanted to get something to eat. I just happened to look outside at the right time. There was a bright flash, a pause, and the loudest roll of thunder I've heard in my time at UT.

So I stepped out of line and went for a walk.

I love to walk through the rain. It's cold. Brisk. Refreshing. And you're guaranteed to be alone. And so I walked through campus with my hands in my pockets and the rain falling on my head. I got to think about things, which is either something I don't do enough or something I do way too much. I can't find the middle ground there.

But I think my problem is that I expect too much from people. People don't think like I do. And they don't do things that I do. And I forget that. I expect them to and when they don't I feel jaded until I remind myself of the facts. I guess I'm just selfish and moody. Something to work on. I needed the walk.

And at the end of it, I tried to talk to God. I tried to lay out everything that had been bouncing around in my mind since the last time I tried, but my heart wasn't in it. I asked Him how I could reconcile science and faith. He didn't answer, so I went home.

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Ashley said…
Everyone is selfish and moody. That's part of being human. :]
August 27, 2009 at 6:34 AM
Cam said…
Maybe He did answer; you just didn't hear it. : s
August 27, 2009 at 8:39 AM
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