Thank Goodness

Yes. I know Wicked. Okay. So goodness knows how thankful I am that high school is OVER. Finally not compelled to see some people's faces now. However, they seem to have been replaced. And some still reappear. I know I made a personal promise to change my ways, but I'll just use weird ass names here. Baby Bop is still around. I manatee came in like a tsunami with some unidentified species. Rumors flooded, but not in a post hoc ergo propter hoc relation with the tidal wave. There are still hateable people, but not that many quick-witted cohorts to converse about it with. Division is represented by trenches. Everything is vague. Opportunities come and go, overlapping each other, in pace faster than I can live with. However, I still feel grateful as I am aware that I, for some reason, am becoming closer to God. I just feel like participating. Right now, I really want it to happen mainly because I am thankful, however, my reason right now is because I am sinful. And as I have been indoctrinated, I need help. I remember one good friend in high school who was very holy. Actually, IS very holy. And I remember him telling me and another close friend, for a reason I forgot (but I'm sure we provoked him), that the reason he wants to Christ-like is because he was (now I'm not that sure) sinful and he needed help. And so I am thankful for all the things (mostly laernings) from high school that remain etched in my subconscious. I pray that they all surface when I need them or as soon as I can remember them. I know they will help me become the man that everyone expects of me (some indirectly) and that I will become the person I want to be. Famous. jk