popped

i felt like a kid of the seventies almost the entire weekend.

lydia, rachel, and i went to oak island. we swam in the ocean, we talked on a porch, and we rode our bikes everywhere (sometimes while singing bohemian rhapsody). we're entirely too cool for our own good. or at least, rachel and l unit are.

i definitely do not want summer to end. it's like, from june to august we live in this parallel universe, where nothing and no one can touch us. it feels like it's never going to end, and right about now - right at the end of july, you realize it does. summer does come to an end, and it sucks.

but i wish we woudln't let everything good and worth something come to a halt.

so many times i've seen people get so pumped up over one thing - a conference, a DTS, a missions trip... and so many times i see them come back flipping out, telling everyone of their experiences, and what he said, and what she said - and then bam. a week later they're deflated and back acting like everyone else.

someone told me that they had gone on a DTS and came back only to be immersed into this atmosphere of not-God air. they said that at their base all they did was breathe God. he was there, all the time. and then they came back and no one wanted to hear all about their time. no one wanted to listen to what they had to say about their experiences, because they were exactly that - their experiences. no one (besides my mom and the select few like her) want to sit somewhere and listen to a bunch of stuff that you did without them. it's boring.

or maybe i'm just rude.

probably i'm just rude.

anway...

i wish we wouldn't let people deflate us, and i wish we wouldn't let things smash our intensity.