:: Friday, November 01, 2002 ::

"Sometimes the sense of my life all depends..." (Five O'Clock People)

Let it hereby be known that I liked the chapel speaker this morning. Interesting, simple, to-the-point, relevant, real... I was impressed by the way he stood boldly, at the very front of stage, like he wanted to be part of We the Audience, neither hiding nor flaunting his artificial limbs. Everyday heroes like David Kirkwood inspire me.
What. a. week. I feel like I have gotten nothing done, yet I have been constantly busy. When used consistently, four hours of sleep a night can tamper with reality.
Stu has been talking about friendships lately. We all have such different reasons for interacting with others. Because I don't rely on people for any sort of emotional release, I normally don't realize how much I need friends until they're gone. This could very well be my fatal flaw--underestimating the importance of my friends.
Maybe the reason I've never had long-term friendships is this tendency. Or maybe it's because I keep so much of me hidden; relationships can only go so far without complete openness. Maybe people get tired of me after a few years, or maybe I get tired of them. No matter what my experiences, though, and whether I show it openly or not, I value you all. A lot. The end.

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