So I love the city. Really. Truly.

About 80% of the time.

The rest of the time, I'm a little tired of little things. Like the man who likes to sit outside the bookstore on a bench with his pants around his ankles. Good thing he wears boxers.

Or the man who tells himself, "I KNOW, right?! I'll just DO IT!" and then runs out of the bookstore with {unpaid} textbooks stuffed under his shirt.

Or the fact that for the first 3 weeks of classes, we've discussed {nonstop} the intersections between politics and spiritual beliefs. That, however, is another discussion altogether. Suffice it to say I don't fit in there in or out of the church. Either way.

Someone told me there was room for everyone in this city. That might be true. There are certainly enough different opinions in this city. Everybody has one. The grace and compassion for each other, though ...

That, too, is a different story.

So I'm going to have to write my own.

Story, that is.

2 comments

  1. Sarah on October 12, 2009 at 9:09 AM

    Hey, I'm all about the grace and compassion these days. If you need a break, come on over. We'll eat stuff. Drink stuff. Look at the leaves. Listen to a kid go on and on about trains. And, I promise. I'll make Erick pull his pants up. ; )

     
  2. meg on October 13, 2009 at 12:12 PM

    Growing up in Berkeley, I learned early on that liberality & tolerance are conditional, particularly if one is a conservative traditionalist :-S

     


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