who says you can't be spiritual when you're agnostic?
I meant to write about this last week, but couldn't get the motivation to do so. I've kind of been having that problem recently. I lose the motivation to do things until later on in the day. take today for instance. I woke up (on my day off) at 8:15 to move my car out of two hour parking. I was good and didn't go back to bed then, but instead went about my morning routine. had strawberries and lemon yogurt for breakfast, checked my email, read lj. sat down on the couch, and proceeded to watch "top 100 most shocking moments in entertainment history" on VH1, and then fell asleep on the couch for about three and a half hours. then I woke up, took a shower, and filed all my loose paperwork (tedious). I've now cleaned the cat litter, washed the dishes, and walked down to subway for dinner. and argued with josh about hot water. (not really argued. just had a misunderstanding over, which left me confused. but it's okay.) this is all in the last three hours.
anyway.
the story.
on my bus ride to work on thursday morning, I managed to catch the 28 express (to third and main). usually the buses that I catch in the morning are jam-packed and I have to stand somewhere near the driver even to just get on the bus. but a few people got off at the stop I got on, and there was an open seat near the front.
the guy that was sitting next to the window in that seat started talking immediately, after I sat down. early twenties, brown hair, short fingernails. a few scars on his hands. no bag, no briefcase, no jacket. introduced himself, and started a conversation about how nice the weather was (it was sunny, but cold), and how he hated seattle, and how he'd been bored since he was 13. about 3 minutes into the conversation, he told me his middle name was rayle (rael), named after the angel gabriel. and that he was an angel.
he told me I was going to go to heaven.
(and in my head I'm thinking, oh man. if only you knew.)
he asked me if I believed that he was an angel (and while generally it's not in my nature to converse with people on the bus), I said yes. (I mean, who am I to say that he's not? and if he believes that he is, I suppose that's all that really matters.) I guess I sounded convincing, too.
either way, a strange conversation. in the times when he wasn't talking directly to me, I could hear him mumbling under his breath about lucifer and other such things, but I didn't really want ask about it, because it was pretty obvious that he wasn't talking TO me at those time.
very bizarre. the people that you meet/see on the buses.
anyway, so. he was going to ask the bus driver if the bus stopped at third and james, and I told him that it did. when he got off, he shook my hand on the way out and bounded into the shelter right next to the bus stop.
when I got to work, I was tempted to see if my cat scars were healed from his handshake.
they weren't.
but I guess the important part is that I checked.
anyway.
the story.
on my bus ride to work on thursday morning, I managed to catch the 28 express (to third and main). usually the buses that I catch in the morning are jam-packed and I have to stand somewhere near the driver even to just get on the bus. but a few people got off at the stop I got on, and there was an open seat near the front.
the guy that was sitting next to the window in that seat started talking immediately, after I sat down. early twenties, brown hair, short fingernails. a few scars on his hands. no bag, no briefcase, no jacket. introduced himself, and started a conversation about how nice the weather was (it was sunny, but cold), and how he hated seattle, and how he'd been bored since he was 13. about 3 minutes into the conversation, he told me his middle name was rayle (rael), named after the angel gabriel. and that he was an angel.
he told me I was going to go to heaven.
(and in my head I'm thinking, oh man. if only you knew.)
he asked me if I believed that he was an angel (and while generally it's not in my nature to converse with people on the bus), I said yes. (I mean, who am I to say that he's not? and if he believes that he is, I suppose that's all that really matters.) I guess I sounded convincing, too.
either way, a strange conversation. in the times when he wasn't talking directly to me, I could hear him mumbling under his breath about lucifer and other such things, but I didn't really want ask about it, because it was pretty obvious that he wasn't talking TO me at those time.
very bizarre. the people that you meet/see on the buses.
anyway, so. he was going to ask the bus driver if the bus stopped at third and james, and I told him that it did. when he got off, he shook my hand on the way out and bounded into the shelter right next to the bus stop.
when I got to work, I was tempted to see if my cat scars were healed from his handshake.
they weren't.
but I guess the important part is that I checked.