i'm a rebel

"Every real Friendship is a sort of secession, even a rebellion. It may be a rebellion of serious thinkers against accepted clap-trap or of faddists against accepted good sense; of real artists against popular ugliness or of charlatans against civilised taste; of good men against the badness of society or of bad men against its goodness. Whichever it is, it will be unwelcome to Top People. in each knot of friends there is a sectional 'public opinion' which fortifies its members against the public opinion of the community in general. Each therefore is a pocket of potential resistance. Men who have real friends are less easy to manage or 'get at'; harder for good authorities to correct or for bad authorities to currupt." C. S. Lewis, The Four Loves

For the fellow rebel thinkers that are in my life, I am ever so grateful.

Last night found me exploding. Yes. I exploded. I guess that's what happens when you keep things inside for too long. You end up yelling at your roommate. I felt/feel horrible about the yelling part. But what I said was true. I'm a mess. And I'm not a yeller. What's happening to me.

Maybe I've found the answer to life after mission year. But just maybe. I've gotta discuss it with my tour guide and do a little more research. But as for now I must get to work, my boss informed me that I need to have a flier ready to go out Monday. Oh life.