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Here is something you may not know about me:

For a brief period in my last year at college, I considered joining a convent.

And by "brief period", I mean like 20 or 30 minutes tops.

No, I’m not Catholic, but the thought of not having “a traditional family, career and everyday life” and just pursuing God really appealed to me one day, working late on an auditing project.

I think I could have gotten over the celibacy part, and the never having a husband thing, and I loved the idea of not having to earn my own living or pay rent or go grocery shopping and all I had to do was just worship God all day.

Then I thought about how dumb it was to try to escape life struggles like paying rent and grocery shopping. For some reason, I thought of my dad, and like Mufasa appearing from the night sky, I remembered who I was and that there would be struggles in any life that I chose. 

Also, I'm pretty sure that I could not tolerate living among a bunch of girls. Nuns are probably different than the catty, socialite kind that I hate, but to be living with SO many and the only male influence being… the pope? 

No, thank you.

I guess the point I'm trying to make here is that auditing homework will make you consider nunnery. 

Just kidding. 

The real point is that it's the struggles in life that makes it interesting and the way you deal with struggles that makes life even interestinger.

I was in the Wal-Mart pharmacy line today buying pseudoephedrine because I finished watching Breaking Bad and wanted to try my hand at making meth.

Just kidding- they didn’t use pseudophedrine in the show because of the impurities.

(and, yes, also kidding about the making meth part. I'm struggling with a second sickness. See previous post.)

Anyway, so I was standing there in line, and there was this woman probably not that much older than I with two young children in her cart. 

That’s right, folks, Wal-Mart now sells children.

I’m kidding. Oh my goodness, there so many kiddings going on in this post.

The woman wasn’t facing me, but her young girl just looked up at me with these huge brown eyes like she was a creature from those Serendipity books.

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Instead of ignoring her like normal adults probably would, I decided to have some fun standing in line. So what did I do to those giant brown eyes? I stared right back with my own giant brown eyes. I did things with them. I winked; she blinked. I widened them and squeezed them tight. She was entranced by my face, and I thought I bet I look like a fool but whatever I’m in Wal-Mart buying pseudophedrine.

A little bit later, her older brother noticed me, too. So I made a face at him. He giggled. His mom said, “Whachoo lookin’ at?” while she turned around, and I averted my eyes very quickly so she wouldn’t know it was me.

When she turned back around, I made an even goofier face at him: 

This face right here.

And he squealed with delight. His mom then wheeled around, "Seriously? What are you looking at?"

And, of course, my eyes were off in the distance, giving nothing away while I was dying on the inside from trying not to laugh and also from sickness.

So when she turned back around I motioned for him to be quiet. I was running out of faces, and my maturity was dropping near dangerously low levels. 

But whatever. I made some kid's day better. 

I've decided to be an interesting stranger.

People won't be people when they hear this sound,

TWS

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