I am an honest little Tugboat
and you just strafed my decks, capsized my engines, and drowned all my poor sailors. I but a wee captain, commanding few good sailors in this sea of assclowns.
Here's where you all say - Told you so.
Fair enough. I received a letter from Gretchen Sunday night that in essence did three things: 1) admirably and defiantly guard her sister and her feelings 2) labeled my actions and motives as "insensitive, thoughtless, and proof of your character" 3) established that we are not nor perhaps will we ever be friends.
Good times. I sent her a short email of capitulation. You have the day, lady. All spoils of war to you. I was honest and I did move very quickly. I am by nature not a person who likes to be patient when things bother or concern me. I also do not understand the code of women. The correct answer in this scenario was - wait months. The other sister, said give her time. Granted, I am the asshole for taking that to mean, a week, but I did run this past the sister...who didn't say, no fool, I meant 2 months. I am not a mind reader. You gave the green light and told me that the letter was a good idea. Wrong. Apparently, Katie decided (to her credit I may add) not to get involved and just play the fates. My consolation was that Katie said "I think you are the cat's meow and I am earnestly and honestly your friend". Which is a relief, because I do want to be friends with her, despite this whole Jerry Springer-esque experience. She's a good egg, that Katie.
And yet another fantastic Sean vs relationships knockout gala presentation. Saints be praised. Jim be raped by a pack of wild opossums.
or something like that.
The silver lining in all of this tomfuckery, is that my good friend Chiefy, said this. "You know, you are missing the fundamental thing in this whole mess, Sean" said Chiefy "How did you meet Katie", he asked. " I met her in the lobby of an art center and I didn't know her from Adam" I repiled. "Exactly, you were yourself, you weren't looking and you were confident in who you are" said sage Chiefy. "You are the happiest I have ever seen you and you are finally comfortable in your own skin" he said. This made me feel really good, because he's right.
Last night at church I was on schedule to serve at the welcome center, where I usually help. Before each service, there is a meeting with the service coordinator, who is also a pastor, who gives us updates and instructions but always ends in prayer. Pastor Mike actually brought up in our prayer that it is ironic how things work out - like Sean going to Africa and seeing the problems people have with water only to come back home to his church and find them doing a charity event to dig wells in Africa. I thought that was really cool, I forgot I sent him my journal and I was really touched he read even a little of it. After the meeting, a woman I had never met before came up and started talking to me. She was a sister of a member of my church, visiting from North Carolina. She told me that she had recently quit her job and was looking to join a charity organization or do mission work and that she was really interested in hearing more about my trip and reading my journal. Out of coincidence I had thought to put some business cards in my wallet, and I pulled one out and said to her, "Here's my card, I would love to send you my journal and answer any questions you may have". Oh, I forgot to mention that this woman was stunning, smack my ass with a fresh biscuit, hot. I couldn't have done that two years ago. And I felt totally comfortable and chill. She emails me, awesome. She don't WHATEVS.
And that's that in a hat, kids.So just chill, to the next episode
Here's where you all say - Told you so.
Fair enough. I received a letter from Gretchen Sunday night that in essence did three things: 1) admirably and defiantly guard her sister and her feelings 2) labeled my actions and motives as "insensitive, thoughtless, and proof of your character" 3) established that we are not nor perhaps will we ever be friends.
Good times. I sent her a short email of capitulation. You have the day, lady. All spoils of war to you. I was honest and I did move very quickly. I am by nature not a person who likes to be patient when things bother or concern me. I also do not understand the code of women. The correct answer in this scenario was - wait months. The other sister, said give her time. Granted, I am the asshole for taking that to mean, a week, but I did run this past the sister...who didn't say, no fool, I meant 2 months. I am not a mind reader. You gave the green light and told me that the letter was a good idea. Wrong. Apparently, Katie decided (to her credit I may add) not to get involved and just play the fates. My consolation was that Katie said "I think you are the cat's meow and I am earnestly and honestly your friend". Which is a relief, because I do want to be friends with her, despite this whole Jerry Springer-esque experience. She's a good egg, that Katie.
And yet another fantastic Sean vs relationships knockout gala presentation. Saints be praised. Jim be raped by a pack of wild opossums.
or something like that.
The silver lining in all of this tomfuckery, is that my good friend Chiefy, said this. "You know, you are missing the fundamental thing in this whole mess, Sean" said Chiefy "How did you meet Katie", he asked. " I met her in the lobby of an art center and I didn't know her from Adam" I repiled. "Exactly, you were yourself, you weren't looking and you were confident in who you are" said sage Chiefy. "You are the happiest I have ever seen you and you are finally comfortable in your own skin" he said. This made me feel really good, because he's right.
Last night at church I was on schedule to serve at the welcome center, where I usually help. Before each service, there is a meeting with the service coordinator, who is also a pastor, who gives us updates and instructions but always ends in prayer. Pastor Mike actually brought up in our prayer that it is ironic how things work out - like Sean going to Africa and seeing the problems people have with water only to come back home to his church and find them doing a charity event to dig wells in Africa. I thought that was really cool, I forgot I sent him my journal and I was really touched he read even a little of it. After the meeting, a woman I had never met before came up and started talking to me. She was a sister of a member of my church, visiting from North Carolina. She told me that she had recently quit her job and was looking to join a charity organization or do mission work and that she was really interested in hearing more about my trip and reading my journal. Out of coincidence I had thought to put some business cards in my wallet, and I pulled one out and said to her, "Here's my card, I would love to send you my journal and answer any questions you may have". Oh, I forgot to mention that this woman was stunning, smack my ass with a fresh biscuit, hot. I couldn't have done that two years ago. And I felt totally comfortable and chill. She emails me, awesome. She don't WHATEVS.
And that's that in a hat, kids.So just chill, to the next episode