Laden with Thoughts

I spent my night alone, drinking wine and reading really old emails that I sent to friends and family back when I was in college (circa 1999-2001).

God was mentioned often in my writings. I asked friends for prayer requests. I even asked my brother for prayer requests. I had fun with people. I wasn’t shy.

Where is that girl? Where is Kat?

I guess it’s time for bed. Time for another day further from where I once was.

The other night I was at home when the phone rang.

Me: Hello?

… Silence.

Me: Hello??

Woman’s Voice: Hello?

Me: Yes?

Woman’s Voice: Hi, this is Laura from “Great Expectations”!!!

… Silence.

… I wait for her to say something.

… She says nothing.

Me: Um. Yes?

… More silence.

… Now imagine the most condescending tone of voice you’ve ever heard.

Condescending Unknown Woman from “Great Expectations”: Am I speaking to a grownup?

Me: *SHOCK AND OUTRAGE*

Me: YES. This is a bad time.

I hung up the phone, half laughing and half extremely annoyed. Seriously. What the heck is “Great Expectations” anyway? And does she know she called at 9pm? I almost wished I had said something more along the lines of: “You are incredibly rude. You call my home at 9pm, don’t tell me who you are or why you are calling, and then ask me if I am a GROWNUP?”

I didn’t say any of that stuff. But I wanted to a little bit. Haha. Sigh.

(I still don’t know what “Great Expectations” is. No thanks to Laura. Damn grownups.)

Many’s the time I ran with you down
The rainy roads of our old town
Many the lives we lived in each day
And buried altogether

Don’t laugh at me
Don’t look away
You’ll follow me back

With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped and legs of stone
You’ll knock on my door and up we’ll go
In white light
I don’t think so
But what do I know?

I know you think I’m holding you down
And I’ve fallen by the wayside now
And I don’t understand the same things as you
But I do

Don’t laugh at me
Don’t look away
You’ll follow me back

With the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bedshaped and legs of stone
You’ll knock on my door and up we’ll go
In white light
I don’t think so
But what do I know?
What do I know?

I know.

~ Keane - Hopes and Fears