If it's boring, I will write...
2005-Dec-11, Sunday 11:03 pm
Tired
Ok, so I noticed something today...it’s not something that I’ve never noticed before, it’s just something that I never acknowledged in my diary...I write whenever I’m bored. Well, not all the time, I guess. I mean, if it’s 6 a.m. and the only thing on my mind is “Need...more...sleep...” then, I’m probably not going to write (although I have, and it wasn’t terrible). But when my brain is in full working order (or at least 85% of me is there) and I’m really bored...I’ll write.
Tonight is a great example. I’m sitting in church, and they’re singing, and I’m sitting there bobing my head to the beat and enjoying the words and their meanings. Then my Sunday School teacher gives a huge testimony (which will probably be detailed more in ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ruby_unicorn later), and then comes the slow music, and then the pastor gets up there and starts preaching. Well, Mom came over right at the end of song service and told me she and Aunt Batty were going to another church for something special. Evidently, Aunt Batty’s sister was having some high-falutin’ shin-dig at their church.../shrug. Hey, I don’t make this stuff up, ok? Anyway. So, Mom hands me the keys to the car and tells me she’ll meet me at the house later. So song service is over, and the pastor starts preaching.
The Sermon: The cripple man near the pool. You know (or maybe you don’t), the one where there’s a cripple man laying near a pool that’s often disturbed by an angel. If you dip in the pool when the waters are stirred, you get healed. The man’s been laying there 30-something years, and Jesus comes along and asks of his predicament. Then after the cripple tells Jesus his long, sorry tale Jesus asks, “Do you want to be healed?”. Long and short of it is that Jesus heals the man and tells him to take his ‘bed’ and walk. Well the man gathers up his little mat and walks. Bad news? It’s the Sabbath. Anyone who knows anything about Jewish culture knows their Sabbaths are sacred. You aren’t supposed to do any work on that day. And carrying a mat around is work. So the religious leaders chastised him for it and he said Jesus told him to do it.
Now, after going over all this, the Pastor went on to elaborate the story...I know the story. I’ve known it for the better part of 12 or so years. I don’t need elaboration. So, I got bored, and I started to write. I got another small little thingy written out. Which is great, because it’s the start of the next chapter in one of my other fics. Then, I heard the pastor giving the alter call, and I looked up and realized I’d written through the whole service.
That’s when it hit me...
So, if you see me somewhere, with my head down, scribbling away in a notebook...chance are, I’m bored. Either that, or I have something huge in my head that I must get onto paper before I’ve forgotten it.
That’s it for today. Not tales of my whole day. You really don’t care what I’m doing all day anyway right? Right. So, I’m gonna go ahead and shower and go to bed. Busy day tomorrow. I have to strip my walls tomorrow to get ready for kiltzing. Yayness /sarcasm.
Oh, on another note. ( Survivor Spoilers )
And that’s all I have to say about that. And that’s the end of the night for me. Goodnight, everyone!
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