The World Is Moving All Around You

I realized that everything around me is moving at a startling pace. I see this as I read people's blogs and just creepily stare at other people (friend or stranger). I was reading a post on the ckinparaguay.blogspot.com. CK mentioned that she liked staring creepily at people and wondering what their stories were.

I do too, but I like to know why they exist. I think that there must be a reason that God allowed me to make contact or even just allowed me the eyes to stare creepily at a girl. But most times, I can never figure out why I see/meet/hear/experience the people that I see/meet/hear/experience. Everybody's story is just moving too fast and it depresses me to think that most stories don't have me involved in it in any way, shape, or form.

I think that's why I'm content with the career choices I have made. For those who don't know, I want to be a missionary. Basically, my immediate boss will be God. I just feel like working even slightly closer to the one who made all the stories in the history of the universe, would allow me to get even slightly more "connected" to the other stories. :D

Postscript. Speaking of stories, a development in my own story. My roommate and I have a fourty-freakin-inch television in our room with a vga cable so I could watch all my 200 movies on fourty inches. Come on over guys.