Nothing's Gonna Change My World

             I have a set of books on the New Testament, almost a volume to every corresponding book. I found them in the attic one day. They sit on my shelf now, hopelessly and purposely out of order. You can see this immediately, even if you weren’t familiar with the Bible, because they have numbers across the top: 11, 8, 10, 6, 4, 5…every one but number 2, which was missing from the box in the attic. One day Courtney came in and, seeing them on my bookshelf, was obviously bothered.
           “That’s how anal I am,” she said confidently. “If these were on my shelf it would drive me crazy to have them out of order.” 
           “But there’s one missing,” I said after a long pause. She just looked at me. “If they were all in order, I would be able to see that one is missing. The way they are, I can’t tell.”
            And so it was with my life. I realize this now, that I always kept things disorganized, hectic, and confusing because if I pulled it all together I would know what was missing. That was two years ago, but not much has changed. Perhaps it will never change, because there's always something new to be missing. These days it's my best friend Kyle. Oh, and the recent spat with Cathy the Communist. What will it be tomorrow? Maybe if I bury myself under enough papers I won't ever find out.

Sorry for the morose message, folks. I'm sure by tomorrow I'll be regretting even letting one serious entry into this blog. In the meantime, leave a cheerful message. :)