The Weekend

Like I said, the weekend was about relaxing, hanging out, decompressing. There wasn't much planned, so we played games, talked, ate, slept late, played on the beach (tackle football!), and stayed up late.

You know how life passes? You know about the stages we go through? There was the stage of winsome youth, when you woke up on Saturday morning and everything was perfect, and you went to school and played with your friends and tried to get your work done before first break. Then there was the discussion stage, where you lived to debate most anything with most anyone. Speaking in tongues, church rules, wedding rings, on and on and on.

I just boiled my previous life down to two stages, which isn't exactly the case.

The point, however, is that I'm not presently in the latter stage. I do love a good talk about issues (most recently, (anti-)polical discussions), but there's a ton of stuff out there that I've pretty much discussed to death in my life. That's how I feel at least.

So when there got to be a huge discussion over in the living room about guys and girls and insecurity and personality types, and I happened to be sitting at the table a ways away playing rook, I had no regrets.

And I was pasted in rook, completely crushed, by Tom's sister who is my youth sponsor.