I'm not fun anymore; I'm not whining, just stating simple facts.
As Pat and I sat and spoke he tried to reassure me that although I'm not lazy enough to be a bum or hip enough to be a cool socialite; I am in my own way- fun. He tried to revive the spark I seem to have lost somewhere along the all night art-fests and endless days of not knowing where to park. Enter, an online game. Pat tells me I just need to find something that isn't going to be instantly gratifying; to sign up and enlist him as my tutor. An hour later and I still don't get the site; comprable to learning algebra for the first time.
Between prayer and Pat's tutorial, I can feel something coming back (hope! =]).
On the other hand, the rest of the weekend passed by so incredibly quickly that it was all I could do to grab it by the tail as it raced by the windows.



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