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I was sitting in a coffee shop the other day when this guys starts hitting on me. I don't go out so much alone, because whenever I do someone usually hits on me and it makes me sort of uncomfortable. I usually handle it well, telling the guy that I'm not interested because I have a man and that I don't go out so much because I don't like being hit on. For some reason they don't go away and we end up having a long conversation about lots of things. The last time I went to a club (which is the first time I ever went out with my mom) I found out the guy that was hitting on me grew up in Roatan (where I went for Spring Break last year) and knew the people I stayed with (Sandy Moore from Mongo Bay.) That was completely bad ass.
Well, this coffee guy I didn't tell I had a boyfriend. He said he is going to be a doctor and was in his 6th year at Baylor. Well, I immediately started asking him about the medical field and a bunch of moral dilemmas that he would probably be in sooner or later. He explained exactly what cancer was to me, and the studies their doing on autism, and how hard it was to be a student. I wasn't so impressed by a lot of thing he had to say because I felt he wasn't that morally focused. I asked him if he felt his morals were a driving force in his life and he didn't understand what I was saying, because he was going to be a doctor. I asked what was more appealing... the money, or helping people.. and he said both. I then questioned his caring about life. If he cared about life, did he apply that compassion to every aspect of his life? To which he replied no, that he hadn't the time to act responsibly in that matter over every decision he made. He was focused, dammit.
In my own response, I wrote this poem:
The focus of most
Blinds them from other parts
of the world
They see through
a tube
A kind of tunnel vision
The world isn't about
just one thing (except love)
it is all things (which is love)
You aren't just
one thing
When you affect
All
Don't undermine yourself
By thinking you aren't
making a difference.
Just question
what type of difference
You're choosing to make.
I think it's completely bad ass, although I wonder if it should be in paragraph form instead... I will contemplate that later.
So I never ended up telling the guy at the coffee shop I had a boyfriend, because I honestly want him to call so I can pick his brain some more to see what exactly drives him. Probably appetite, but who am I to tell?
I didn't gave him the poem, it's really for myself. But I thought it was great that I was inspired to write, because it so rarely happens. I want to talk to more people, but I really hate the fact that most people that talk to me are driven by the want of a intimate relationship. Even if I went up to someone they would think I was either hitting on them or I was odd I'm sure. I don't really know.. I feel intimidated by other people.
Anyway, that's the end of that.
Well, this coffee guy I didn't tell I had a boyfriend. He said he is going to be a doctor and was in his 6th year at Baylor. Well, I immediately started asking him about the medical field and a bunch of moral dilemmas that he would probably be in sooner or later. He explained exactly what cancer was to me, and the studies their doing on autism, and how hard it was to be a student. I wasn't so impressed by a lot of thing he had to say because I felt he wasn't that morally focused. I asked him if he felt his morals were a driving force in his life and he didn't understand what I was saying, because he was going to be a doctor. I asked what was more appealing... the money, or helping people.. and he said both. I then questioned his caring about life. If he cared about life, did he apply that compassion to every aspect of his life? To which he replied no, that he hadn't the time to act responsibly in that matter over every decision he made. He was focused, dammit.
In my own response, I wrote this poem:
The focus of most
Blinds them from other parts
of the world
They see through
a tube
A kind of tunnel vision
The world isn't about
just one thing (except love)
it is all things (which is love)
You aren't just
one thing
When you affect
All
Don't undermine yourself
By thinking you aren't
making a difference.
Just question
what type of difference
You're choosing to make.
I think it's completely bad ass, although I wonder if it should be in paragraph form instead... I will contemplate that later.
So I never ended up telling the guy at the coffee shop I had a boyfriend, because I honestly want him to call so I can pick his brain some more to see what exactly drives him. Probably appetite, but who am I to tell?
I didn't gave him the poem, it's really for myself. But I thought it was great that I was inspired to write, because it so rarely happens. I want to talk to more people, but I really hate the fact that most people that talk to me are driven by the want of a intimate relationship. Even if I went up to someone they would think I was either hitting on them or I was odd I'm sure. I don't really know.. I feel intimidated by other people.
Anyway, that's the end of that.