I need to come back here when the weather is better. When
comes to visit, she’s got to come see this area. I’m in a rather noisy Caribou (considering there aren’t any other customers) just on the edge of Edina and Minneapolis. I wish that used book store had been open - even though I don’t have any money it would have been cool.
This guy on a bike rode up and looked disappointed that the book store was closed. He was the kind of guy that I’ve always entertained romantic notions about. Goatee-growing, bike-riding, protest-going, 70’s earth-friendly kind of guy.
isn’t that kind of guy at all. Of course, I can’t imagine my family’s reaction if I brought that kind home, and they would totally approve of
.
But I think that the best part of the romantic fantasy would be sitting in a coffeehouse (a local, not a chain) with a bunch of friends debating deep issues - spiritual, political, philosophical, whatever. And I can have that part of the fantasy with
. It’ll look a little more clean-cut and not so much Woodstock, but I can deal with that.
Funny thing is,
thinks he’s that guy. Maybe not a hippie, but that rebel-against-”the system.” And I think he’s more the sort of guy you’d find as a regular on a TV show about lawyers or doctors.
I suppose it comes down to not seeing any passion in him other than for Jesus and youth ministry. I don’t get other feelings from him about… anything (other than his dog dying). That still troubles me (has for a while). Don’t know what to do about it. Can’t understand why. Is it just a guy thing? Certainly don’t think so. I’ve had guy friends who were emotional about lots of things (L,
,
,
,
…). But I can think of some who weren’t, either. Maybe he just keeps them close to himself, doesn’t wear them on his sleeve.
The song on the radio reminded me of him (as if I wasn’t already thinking about him). “I”ll go wherever you will go” (The Calling) - there’s a part of me that would drop everything and go wherever if he asked me to go with him. Not all of me, because I have responsibilities and obligations and I’m not really that kind of person (flaky? spur of the moment?). No, what I would do was agree to go, but then I would plan out how long I needed to stay in order to fulfill my obligations and then work out everything.
So anyways. This place is so… perfect. I can practically see the lake from here, even though its frozen over. There are cute little shops and you can just walk around - like Geneva or Fenton. I miss not having a “downtown” - perhaps Minnetonka has one.
later…
Read the part of Passion and Purity where Elisabeth says that girls are to never tell a guy their feelings. Good, solid advice that I’ve taken for years - but where’s the biblical support?
The service at Solomon’s Porch was… interesting. Good and bad. Barely anyone talked to me. And I’m not sure that I totally agree with everything that was said. Definitely very “postmodern.” I do know that this whole postmodern thing, while very real, is very contrary to my nature. I can’t get my head fully around it, and even the parts I do understand intellectually, I can’t figure out how to implement them into ministry. I’m so confused.
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