2 Corinthians 4:15–18
“For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God. For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.”
Work at ModusLink
So I've finally gotten my old job back, and I'm sure grateful for the experiences (and the money) this job has given me. I've met some really interesting people—like the lady who wants me to marry her son, those two (literally) Bipolar women, and those older guys with kids who couldn't find better work...
Anyways, it's kindof funny because relatives tend to get working there. Brothers and sisters, mothers and sons and girlfriends, and in my case—I told James's girlfriend about it and she worked there a little bit before she went to school.
There's this girl, Melissa, who works there and she's kindof one of those people who will tell you all her problems openly, and both her sister and her mother are working there now. I was sitting by her mother one day (really nice lady—really nice family, but they're undeniably strange), and when she sat down by me she starting humming and breathing deeply and twisting in her chair.
Me: type, type, type. Mind your own business. Don't look at her. Type, type. And she keeps breathing deeply and I'm starting to wonder if she's having some kindof problem—a heart-attack or something? Or is she just being weird again? Type, type, type. I'm feeling kindof awkward like maybe she's looking at me, and I sorta try to see her surreptitiously out of the corner-of-my-eye—I don't know about you, but apparently my vision's not good enough because the “out of the-corner-of-your-eye” thing never works for me. Geez. And I keep thinking, don't look at her. Don't look at her.... uh.... don't look... uh... What is she doing? She stopped eventually and was still alive so I guess she just needed a deep breather moment?
To Be Terrifying
I think I've fairly frightened a fellow in my ward, but it is rather gratifying and ennobling to slightly terrify people. It's like I've accomplished something. Done something enough-out-of-the-ordinary to attract awed fear and wary eyes. Ha! I guess Saren and I are friends because we both think it's funny to weird people out... to a limit. Making people really uncomfortable isn't very charitable...
I was also sitting in Church one time thinking about how someone I knew was going to be passing and I was worried about saying something to them that wasn't stupid, when they passed by without saying anything—awkwardly avoiding my gaze. Sometimes I worry about people liking me, and then, when I remember that people don't like me, I chuckle to myself.
Dream # 14–Nightmare: Some of you may already know—my worst fear is being eaten alive. I actually didn't realize this until I realized that half of my nightmares—are about being eaten by things: mostly dinosaurs, sometimes crocodiles, once even a buffalo and a flipping giraffe that tried to bite me. This would also probably explain why I am afraid of dogs...
Anyways, in this dream I think I was a guy who was friends with some kindof ditsy detective and we were in this huge storm in the middle of the ocean and shipwrecked. So my friend was floating around in a little boat and all this families were under the water drowning. What was worse was that there were sea monsters and crocodiles in the water waiting to eat us all.
I managed to pull a few mostly-drowned girls out of the water, but there were still so many drowning...
Dream #14 Analysis: I didn't let this one process very long, so I don't remember the details very well. I don't really like to think about people being eaten or drowning for obvious reasons. I like that in my dreams I have more initiative than I use to. Like, I was actually trying to save people instead of just being a stupid witness. I remember this one awful dream I had where a man was beating my dad with a bat, and I didn't do anything. I was just hiding. I think I might have come out to get him just before I woke up, but I'm not sure.
It's funny, but true that you have to be mentally prepared to jump in and save someone in an emergency. I know of times when people have been stabbed to death in a crowd because no one would intervene. There was another instance I learned about at school where a lady was being stabbed and screaming for help (in a crowd as I well), and a man a long ways away ran and tackled the guy while no one else immediately around her did anything.
And so, since learning about those things I've tried to make up my mind not to turn a blind eye to people. I actually don't think I'm as good at it as I should be. I remember seeing a guy on the street in Salt Lake just a little while with a sign that said something like “Broke. Hungry. Can't get home.” And I didn't pull out my ten dollar bill. I thought I would give it to him on the way home, but I didn't see him again of course. I don't have a ton, but I've never gone hungry or homeless yet, and I have a job. I blew it. I left him to drown.
Coming Next: Anneli's Wedding!
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