I feel so lonely right now.
I go to work with the same people night after night. None of them know me really. Not who I really am. Oh, they all like me, and are amused at some of my antics. They especially like it when I give myself a sugar high. But no one ever wants to look beneath the surface of the facade I give them. I have to give them that facade, because if there is anything that I learned from my time at First Baptist is that no one wants to see beyond it...such nakedness frightens people.
I suppose that I am faced with the same facades in others. Christina brags about how she is only really open with a few people. That came from a conversation we had about why she was being nasty to me. I wasn't asking her to be "open" with me...as I can see far deeper into her than she would probably like...I was just asking that she treat me decently! Anyway. Some people I would be interested in getting to know better, others I already know too well.
I live with the same people. See them all the time. And am expected to play the same role I did when I was younger. Servant daughter to one. Bitchy older sister to the other. I am not a person. I am a means to an end. A payer of bills. Buyer of food. Blah blah blah.
I miss Carl. And I miss Kirk. Carl was one of the few people on nightshift that I considered a friend...and he told me that he thought of me as a friend too. How long do I give him to return my phone call before I give up on him? It hasn't even been 24 hours yet. And Kirk...was one of the few that I wanted to be friends with. He {almost} always had a smile for me. I don't see it as much on the one night a week that I get to see him now. He's back to being grumpy. I wonder if he's liking the switch to Dayshift as much as he thought he would?
I go to work with the same people night after night. None of them know me really. Not who I really am. Oh, they all like me, and are amused at some of my antics. They especially like it when I give myself a sugar high. But no one ever wants to look beneath the surface of the facade I give them. I have to give them that facade, because if there is anything that I learned from my time at First Baptist is that no one wants to see beyond it...such nakedness frightens people.
I suppose that I am faced with the same facades in others. Christina brags about how she is only really open with a few people. That came from a conversation we had about why she was being nasty to me. I wasn't asking her to be "open" with me...as I can see far deeper into her than she would probably like...I was just asking that she treat me decently! Anyway. Some people I would be interested in getting to know better, others I already know too well.
I live with the same people. See them all the time. And am expected to play the same role I did when I was younger. Servant daughter to one. Bitchy older sister to the other. I am not a person. I am a means to an end. A payer of bills. Buyer of food. Blah blah blah.
I miss Carl. And I miss Kirk. Carl was one of the few people on nightshift that I considered a friend...and he told me that he thought of me as a friend too. How long do I give him to return my phone call before I give up on him? It hasn't even been 24 hours yet. And Kirk...was one of the few that I wanted to be friends with. He {almost} always had a smile for me. I don't see it as much on the one night a week that I get to see him now. He's back to being grumpy. I wonder if he's liking the switch to Dayshift as much as he thought he would?
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Sometimes we are put through loneliness to get closer to God. I know that sounds trite...but I believe it.
Thanks for the comment about Chosen. I plan to read it soon! Keegan went crazy over it. They're also putting it out as a graphic novel which will be so cool!