When I asked her what that meant, exactly, as I'm all Western-y and Jesus-y, not Eastern-y at all, she gave me A Look and said, "Emo. You're emo. All sensitive and serious."
She and the other girl I share the office (we're really crammed in there ...), whom I also love, are fire.
O, I wish I could be fire.
Too serious too much of the time, I know. It's kind of a problem. Even my hairdresser, Jacob, asks me "WHY?!" all the time.
As in, I say, "I really want an internship next year at Hospice" (and I really do), and Jacob responds, "WHY?! That's so DARK and DEPRESSING." Jacob has fun.
I had fun once. I think it was a year ago. I went to Hawaii. That was fun. Shoes is fun. A little serious like me sometimes, but that's probably why we get along so well (snaps for us - it's been over a year now.) Social Work school is, well ... you know, it's fun when we laugh at ourselves in class, but it's pretty serious.
As I was praying this week, even GOD asked me why I never took a break. Sigh.
Spring break is coming.
That seems like a good time to figure out something fun to do. Unfortunately for me, this is probably going to take a bunch of thought ....