so i guess i'm okay with that one part.
the best part of my day may have actually been that cry there in my back office, in front of my boss. i think part of me was just really glad that i felt bad about it. like there was still something compassionate inside of me, even if what i had just done wasn't very much so. the other best part of my day was when i was biking home at twilight and a group of black teenagers (dudes) started to break out into song:
I know you want to leave me, but I refuse to let you go.perfect.
If I have to beg and plead for your sympathy, I don't mind, cause you mean that much to me.
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dude, i didn't know you had a blog. very sweet. interesting debate between compassion and necessity. if she wasn't doing her job properly, wouldn't that make it valid to fire her? but of course, if she was fired because, say, she just wasn't cool enough or you had in mind some hot guy to hire, well yeah that wouldn't be very jesus. but if what you did was just, then what you did was loving, and so you were very jesus. either way, sometimes it's just good to cry :)
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