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Innocence
Today at church, the kids joined the adult service. The pastor had a message for the kids and at one point was asking the kids questions. He asked a question and called on a little girl. The little girl replies, “I didn’t raise my hand.” Awesome! Why didn’t I ever think of that as a kid. I always hated when the teacher called on you if you didn’t raise your hand. Obviously, if your hand isn’t raised, you don’t know the answer or don’t want to answer the question. What a great line, had the whole church chuckle a little. Ahh..the innocence of youth. :)
Uncomfortable
Why do people do things on purpose to make other people uncomfortable? What is it about seeing other people uncomfortable that makes people laugh?
Distant
I’m in the room but I feel like I’m watching and listening through a window.
Pitch Black
It’s surprising how much your other senses are enhanced when one sense is deprived. It’s 9pm and I’m out trying to find my way down the mountain. The only thing I have besides the clothes on me is half a bottle of water. No flashlight, nothing. It’s completely dark out except for the light from the moon and the stars in the sky. There’s a full moon tonight. The only thing keeping me from completely freaking out is hearing the voices of fellow hikers. I can’t see them but I can hear them, two of them about 3 or 4 switchbacks down the mountain, and 3 of them about 6 or 7 switchbacks up the mountain behind me. Watching the moon rise was amazing. Hiking beneath the moonlight was difficult, but it did look amazing when I stopped to look up at the moon and the shadows cast from the mountains. It would have been much more enjoyable had I been lying on an open field staring up at the stars. But it was a good time for reflection, thoughts, and prayer. Just being.
I have never been much of a hiker. In fact, I don’t really consider myself to be one of those outdoorsy types that enjoy the mountains, lakes, camping, or anything like that. I do like playing sports outside or just going to the park but those are different. But in the past few months I have taken on our weekly hiking trips. I can’t say if I actually like it or don’t like it. I just kind of do it. It’s a good workout. It’s good to get out and do something different. I have yet been at the top of the mountain on a clear day where I can see the ocean but I’m sure the view is absolutely amazing when you can. I guess thats what I want to see. I love the beauty of the sky, the beauty of the ocean, and the combination of the two is nearly breathtaking. I’m waiting to see that.
Little League
The Little League World Series is more exciting to watch than Major League Baseball.
I Can’t Throw
I don’t know how to throw a ball. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were thinking that “everyone knows how to throw a ball”. I can’t throw a softball or baseball. Well, I can throw it, but I can’t throw it to where I want and after every 5 throws, chances are I will throw the ball straight into the ground. It’s actually a little amusing but sometimes quite embarrassing. It’s not that I’m not strong enough. It’s just that I throw it like a football. I can throw a football. But when I throw a softball, I throw it like a football which apparently doesn’t work. I end up putting a football spin on it and I hold the ball with my palm facing myself like how I would throw a football. Anyway, I’m working on throwing the ball accurately and correctly so that I don’t feel so inept whenever I play softball.
Sometimes its frustrating to play a sport like softball because I’m not very good at it. I don’t have confidence and frankly I feel like I should be better. It’s frustrating to know that I’m not very good at it because I feel like my athletic ability should compensate for my lack of skills which it does but only sometimes. Whenever I play softball and mess up because I can’t catch a ball someone threw to me or a ball that comes at me I get really down on myself. Or when I try to throw it to get someone out and it ends up going wild, I feel really really bad. It’s like I should be better, I should be able to do these things, but I can’t. And sometimes I also feel like other people think I should be better at the sport but I’m not and they get frustrated.
Anyway, I did play in a softball game this weekend and it was kind of fun.
Eventful
Somewhat eventful week.
Thoughtless
Believe it or not I had stopped thinking for awhile. I didn’t know that was possible. I had stopped because I was in it. It is when you slip out of it that you begin to think. It is when you think that you know that you are no longer okay.
My Collection
22. That’s how many pairs of sport shorts I have. I guess its more than the average person. I’ve always wanted to lay them all out like that. :) If you know me, you’ll know that I just really really like basketball shorts. Most of those are basketball shorts. When I think about it, 22 seems like a lot of sport shorts for one person to have. But, it seems like I am always open to getting more. Yes I am somewhat of a brand whore when it comes to sport shorts. I never realized I had so many blue shorts considering I really like the black and red ones. Oh, I did have this other pair of yellow ones but I think my bro has them. Anyway, I don’t like all of the sport shorts I have. In fact, that pair of Reebok’s, I never wear. I got those because they were part of a uniform I had when I was working at a sports camp. I’m actually quite picky about the shorts I buy. Texture, weight, color, style, and length all matter to me and price of course. Believe it or not, I’ve probably only paid full price on about <25% of the shorts. I’d say thats pretty good. Nike no longer makes the mesh shorts I have. They still make mesh shorts but not with the exact material. The new mesh is no good. I can’t find the old mesh anywhere. I have 3 pairs with that mesh. Nike also changed the material for their durasheen shorts. I really liked old Nike a lot better. Anyway, that’s all. Ha. Who knew a whole entry could be written about sport shorts.