AIDS
so, i've signed up to go to India for AIDS work with Project Cry the summer after this. despite the comments of my friends and undoubtedly, the one from my mom. which will probably be locking me in a cage. so in celebration, of this occasion, i shall post something that has become very important to me. some parts of this were highly disturbing to
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Sometimes I wonder what that means. God did not intend for everyone to practice medicine and heal the physical ailing. I do not think he intended me for that and yet I have come to a place where God's intention manifested in me has become apparent and I would much rather not pay any attention to it. I hope I warm to it before I die or there will be a rather awkward conversation with one omni-potent being awaiting me in the after.
I do not mean because one was not called to the medical feild that she cannot be called to tending to the sick all the same. I tend to myself very often and the man next door that wails of headaches. I find myself kindered to him and in constant hysteria trying to disfigure this very natural attachment.
I missed your call on Sunday, the call that never came! I hate thinking about you, you stupid, stupid Texan. I was theorizing on the bus the other day and drew a few flimsy conclusions. I treat you like you're dead which in turn means that I diliberately forget about you. When someone dies you have to forget about them because if you don't you will be constantly sad and that is no way to live. But sometimes you remember because of smells and perverted jokes.
For all selfish purposes you are dead because you are absent. But maybe not, because if you were dead you wouldn't be coming back for my birthday.
And don't pretend your homecoming has to do with anything other than my birth approximently 19 years, 11 months and 9 days ago. The fact that Thanksgiving falls upon the day of the celebration of my birth is merely coincidental and convient.
Love,
Alethea
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