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a day late

A few weeks ago, Emily, our youth director asked the kids what Thanksgiving was about. J (age 14) called out a response:

It's about eating turkey and putting the past behind us.

still

I'm 26 years old, but I still feel a sting of something when someone (especially someone Asian) looks at me in disbelief of my Asian-ness and then proceeds to tell me about their disbelief.

Dear Diary,

I have consented to allow Maybe to read my journals. Last night he started with one that began with lists of people/things I was praying for in high school, and the point where he paused was with a eulogy I wrote about my grandmother in 2000. One of the things I prayed for in high school, apparently, was his band, For The Public. We got a kick out of this.

While he was reading my journal, I laid beside him and read a four page essay he wrote for fun about 5 years ago. Yes, he wrote an essay for fun. It was part treatise, part sermon, part philosophy paper, and part English paper about Free Will in humanity. He was inspired by the movies Accepted as well as Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. Yes, and yes. I was very aware of how we appeared to be students, studying for a class. We call it, Each Other 101.

Allowing him to read my private thoughts from the past 10 years isn't scary to me. It has been embarrassing at times, I mean how many cheesy poems did I write, and how many boys did I crush on, and oh that angst. But honestly, it is a very calm feeling to know that the person who wants so much to know you is the same person you want so much to know you.

Bearojans Part 2

True fans...
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