I was just walking down the hall at work with a knife in my hand that I had used to cut a donut (yes, I eat donuts sometimes) and there was a student standing next to my co-worker’s desk and I got the sudden urge to poke him in the rear with my knife. Why? Because this is something I would do to Josh, my friends, my sisters, or my mom in a situation such as this. Well, luckily I caught myself in time and did not follow through with this random urge. Because, really, how would I talk myself out of that one in the hall of a Baptist seminary?
A couple weeks ago, I picked a girl up from church to take her out to coffee, when she greeted me and went in to hug me, there was a half a second of awkwardness because I thought she was going to kiss me on the lips. After hugging me, she immediately turned to her mom to say goodbye and kissed her on the lips.
I sometimes fear this myself. I’m so used to giving Josh a hug, followed by a kiss, that what if I do this some day to some poor, unfortunate stranger?
And oftentimes, throughout my life, when I’m at church or some important ceremony, I always wonder, “What if I just ran up on stage right now and started singing or dancing like a freak?” Really. What would people do? It’s really entertaining to think about….yet scary, b/c what if you’re sitting there thinking about it and before you know it, you’re running up the steps and there’s no turning back? Do you still follow through with your disruption even though you’re now in your right mind or do you just turn around and sprint back to your seat and hope that no one saw you?
I’m sharing this random thought b/c I know that I only ever post when Josh and I have done something that involves pictures. And life doesn’t always involve pictures. Sometimes it just involves deep thoughts like the ones I’ve just shared.