You know it is approaching winter when...

So last week I was walking to my car parked in a garage when a guy starts walking at the same pace beside me. He started chatting like it was normal to follow a girl to a parking garage and talk to her. Fortunately, he got lucky and that girl was me. From the look of him, I had nothing to be afraid of and did not mind being followed. Apparently, his car was parked in the same garage. He also went to the college. After small talk we finally parted ways because our cars were parked on the opposite side of the floor. Once I reached my car I realized my fly was down the whole time, a problem that I only worry about when it begins to get cold. Usually, I wear skirts until the chill kicks in, but that day I had on pants. I stood there wondering if I should be mortified, but decided against it considering my zipper was only an inch long to begin with. It is always aggravating to deal with because it is not long enough to have to worry about being exposed, but just long enough to be annoying when it is down. I quickly zipped it up and thanked God that I only have to deal with this problem for a quarter of the year. I don't think he noticed, but it I am am still bothered my my zipper is only one inch!! Just give me a button.

Oh cold weather, why must you make me wear pants!!!

Back without the toothbrush

So the toothbrush guy came back today, but this time he did not have his toothbrush with him. Once again he asked to turn out the lights in the laundry room, and I was impressed with his consistency. I was not expecting him to come back and thought by this time he would just send an email encouraging the building supervisor to save energy so he could save his own energy. I am amused to see how long this will go on for. Little does he know that there is still another laundry room in the building with the lights on 24/7. I can't image the nightmares he would have if he knew.

Random guy with a toothbrush

So it seems that anything worth blogging about keeps happening at the desk of my job. Tuesday this professor comes in carrying a toothbrush in his hands with an attitude too perky for the early hours of the morning. He approached and asked if he could turn out the lights in the laundry room to save energy. While I am an energy saver myself, this was definitely the strangest request I have gotten at the desk. There he was standing with his toothbrush in his fist as spunky as can be asking to turn out some lights. I just could not rain on his parade, and decided to let him do as he fancied. If it made him think he was saving the earth, then why not? He walked away feeling better and said it had been bothering him for days (I thought it was creepy that he had been watching the laundry room that long). It is funny what bothers people. As he walked away, I felt guilty for not telling him about the second laundry room we have and how the lights stay on in there all of the time too. He was so excited about turning that light off that I thought it would be best to keep our other energy wasting room a secret. I am still at lost as to why he had the toothbrush, but who knows...

Doctor or Officer

Today a faith building moment approached me when I least expected it. Upon returning to my dorm, I ran into a friend that I had hung out with this weekend talking to one of the public safety officers. She was looking for me, and luckily I had just walked in as she was about to give up her search. After handing me a card, she left me standing at the desk to be interrogated by the officer who had not seen my in a while.

"Ms. Hall where have you been?" he questioned noticing that I had not passed through the lobby much at night anymore.

"Busy with school," I said leading into a ten minute conversation where the officer filled me in on what was going on in his life. Then towards the end of the conversation he said words that almost made me cry. In a half conversational half prayer voice he said:

"I will be praying for you and your family, that God will continue blessing you..."

And the rest became a blur. I heard this main part of his prayer speech and felt touched. Suddenly, I began to think of how oblivious I had been to those around me who need prayer, but this one man took the time to pray for a random student that he rarely sees. He couldn't have chosen a better time for it. As I was about to walk away, I almost made the mistake of calling him doctor out of habit instead of officer. I quickly caught the mistake, but then asked myself if there was a difference. I call professors doctor all day long, but none of them have fixed anything in my life. Yet, here was this man that just spoke wisdom and healing into my life and society would consider him of less importance. I admit that I too had often avoided him, not knowing the wisdom he possessed. Tonight I had been reminded that people don't have to talk like theologians for God to convey his important messages through them. Sometimes they can be the quirky people that no one pays attention to. Next time I might address this officer by the title he most deserves--doctor. Unlike so many he knows who to turn to for remedies.

The logic behind love

Should love be logical? Wait. Is love logical?

I don't feel like belting out the essay that is brewing in my head about this topic, but I do want to say that life without love has to suck! To all the fools that think they can create a logical existence without it, you are doomed for temporary happiness.

So I guess it is logical to love if one wants to live a happy life.

Not loving in place for doing what is logical is living in complacency. That is my reasoning about that. None of this business about the mind being placed above the heart signifying that logic and reason are superior to emotion. They are equal, and should both be used. So if that is your view. Tell me something. Do you love me and how would you even know? This is something to put in poetry form. I feel like I replaced blogging with poetry, but I will get back in the swing of it.

That look you got (two point perspective)

It is funny how sitting with a friend can turn into a social experiment. Sometimes people just can't handle seeing difference together. But I know the look and I know what it means. We were just sitting and working on some homework. I glanced up when I saw the old couple coming thinking to myself, "the staring will begin". No one is just going to walk by like nothing was wrong. Only my friend did not know that I was conscious of this the entire time we worked. In his world this stare is something that doesn't quite exist in this form. I glanced back down at the page not wanting to witness the inevitable. Meanwhile, through the fumes he saw something I had to look out for my entire life. After a long awkward stare down, he turns to me as says, "That guy just gave me the dirtiest look and then smirked". I found humor in the shock in his voice. I just turned and smiled. He really was clueless, but for me no explanation was needed. Because sometimes people make assumptions, and in their heads things don't fit. And like an unbalanced picture frame on the wall they stare at our difference, head turned and eyes squinting until the onlooker sees that it is finally fixed to their liking. The problem is, is that they would rather walk with their heads sideways to see what they want than accept that each picture hangs differently.

So I am back!!

I want to announce my return. I will be writing again after a long time of neglect.