Today, I found myself in a thousand year old building with a giant statue of Jesus on the cross hanging from the ceiling. Wherever I was (I have no clue where), I was somehow sure that nobody I'd ever met had ever been within twenty miles of this place. To get there, my dad and I (this was one of those pity parent outings) had to drive along these narrow winding streets that I couldn't quite figure out. Then I listened to some medieval Jesus-praising hymns that I guess were the hippest thing around the time of the Protestant Reformation. And I was wondering, how the hell did I get here? And then I thought of everybody I know hanging out in the snow or drinking hot chocolate or whatever it is people do and thought about how far away I was. Upon imagining the big orange headphones I had brought along on Jesus' neck instead, I realized that I was a little out of place. Not to mention the youngest person there remembered when the hula hoop was invented.
This is not the first time I've been in situations like this. It's bizarre. And then somehow the narrow winding roads led us back onto the highway and we were passing the airport and billboards and I felt in the presence of normality again. This is the kind of thing that people usually can't relate to. You hear all the time, "Omg, I sometimes think I'm falling when I'm in bed, too!" But nobody understands any of the weird situations I get into sometimes. Maybe they do, but no one ever says so. Anyway, I'm just going to blog abut it because when I tell people it seems less bizarre.
where did you go?
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