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July 27, 2009
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I thought the ending was quite relevant.A month ago, I accidently left my facebook signed on which allowed my brother to sneakily go on it and add a bunch of random people as friends. I came back home that evening to find over 10 messages from my new “friends” asking who I was. I explained what had happened and told them that I’d delete them. I was going to delete them all but there was one individual who took beautiful photographs and so I decided to keep him added just so I could look at his photo albums and any new photos that he posted.
On July 23 I posted some photos, exactly a month after I explained why I added him, and he sent me a message and asked me how old I was and what church I go to. I told him eighteen and then told him my church. Then he asked if I like to take photos and I said yes and that I had noticed he does as well. I also mentioned that he’s really talented. He returned the compliment and even “liked” one of my new photos. We kept talking and talking; his replies became more than just one word answers and it seemed like he actually was interested in what I was saying which is quite a contrast to how he talked to me when my brother first added me. He just sounded annoyed and uninterested.
Anyway, yesterday he asked me how my weekend he was so I told him. I explained how my friend and I were at the lake all day and how the weather was really hot. I told him that around 5pm it started getting cloudy and by 5:30 the rain had started falling in downpours. Everyone else was running for cover or grabbings their belongings but my cousin and I were just sitting there on the docks loving it and in awe of God. The rain actually hurt though, it felt sharp. It was intense. I went on to say that after sitting there for a good ten minutes, we ran to my car only to decide to sit on the parking lot to watch the chains of light flash across the sky. We were completely soaked, heck I bet my bones were even wet, but it was too much of a beautiful moment to let pass by.His response? He said: “wow that was such an amazing description of your day. that is just such a positive way to think. that is incredible.” Then he proceeded to ask me if I would be interested in going to a local coffee shop to grab a cup of coffee. Now, I’m not sure if I’ll work up enough courage to actually meet up with him, but we’ll see. I mean, I look at his photos and see a guy that is completely out of my league in the looks department. I’m awkward and strange and I’m afraid of what he might see when he looks at me and hears my words. I just can’t believe he even started talking to me again. Attractive people don’t talk to me.
So what am I trying to say through this? Writers! You will be recognized. Some people see us as losers or freaks that spend too much time in books or hunched over lined paper or searching for our favourite pen but there are people out there that will appreciate your gift. If you have a descriptive mind, don’t hide it. If you like to write about the beauty you find in a rainstorm, write about it! Don’t hold back. I’ve learned. I will never hold back what I love to do again.
