Ice On The Fringe

I cried yesterday.

It was weird.

I was in the bathtub before going to the gym and I was pretty sore from the day before of lifting and I was watching a cool YouTube mini series called Forward Unto Dawn.

This sounds extremely nerdy, I know.

Anyone who knows me extremely well knows that I am a huge sucker for 

a.)stories of brotherhood(

and

b.)true love

This has elements of both.  So I was already misty-eyed.  THEN one of the characters died and it got me seriously thinking about how short life is.  How little time we really have on this earth to do everything we want and become who we want.

I am 25 years old.

25!

When did that happen?!

And then I started thinking of all the things I still wanted to accomplish with whatever amount of time I have left on this little rock flying through an infinite cosmos.

And it became very trivial.

In the grand scheme, when I am called to stand at the pearly gates or final judgment or whatever you want to call it, is it going to matter if I have owned a house with an indoor pool?  Is it going to matter if I can bench press a geo metro?  Is it going to matter if I never got to "grind the crack"? (It's not dirty.  Look it up on YouTube)

(Better yet, I'll just link it)

No.

It's not going to matter!  What's going to matter is the relationships I formed, the people I impacted, and the potential I lived up to.

And so I cried.

Not out of remorse.

Out of joy.  And simplicity.

What an awesome world we live in.

And I decided from that time forward that I would take more advantage of it, and spend more time just really being myself and even getting to know myself so that I know who to be!

It has been fantastic so far.

Carpe Diem/YOLO.  Same thing if applied correctly.

***

The rest of the day was quite wonderful as well!

-Went to the gym.  Killed my back and arms.  I am so sore today.  I can barely shrug/move my neck without mucho paino.

It's great to be back in the gym.

Except a lot of my shirts I used to own don't fit so well anymore.  I bought my first "Large" shirt at the Red Hot Chili Peppers concert.  Medium is just a wee bit too snug.  and small is DEFINITELY out of the question.

-Went to one of my adorable FHE sisters birthday party, which was enjoyable.

Until Brenton showed up and we had to leave early.

(And it was just before they put peanut butter on opposite sides of a piece of saran wrap and two people had to lick it off at the same time.) (Hilarious, I promise) (And mildly sexual)

-But we left because our good friend Kayla was in the hospital and asked for a blessing.  She broke her leg playing competitive soccer.  Straight through both bones.  Crazy injury!  Totally saw the X-Ray.

There was a bunch of people there and we stayed for a bit.  She was hopped up on morphine, but her leg still hurt through her drug-induced relaxed state.  I guess that's understandable.

This caused Brenton and I to reflect on why we always seem to get called to give blessings to people.  Among our group of girl friends we always seem to be the people that are called to give blessings.  Us two specifically.

We analyzed, and we can maybe understand why Kayla would want us.  We very well might be the only guys she knows who are righteous enough to worthily hold the priesthood.  With our other friends, though, we don't get it.  Surely these girls know other, amazing guys who honor and uphold their priesthood.  Why is it that always get called?
We ended up accepting it as a compliment.

-Went back to the birthday party and things had gotten interesting.  They had wrapped the birthday girl in saran wrap from head to toe and were wanting to drop her off at some random apartments and see what would happen.

*did I mention she was wearing a sash that said "Kiss Me: I'm the Birthday Girl"?

Luckily for all of us, I think, that didn't end up happening.

Even MORE lucky was that we decided to play Kissing Rugby instead!

Now...I am no stranger to kissing, and despite the fact that I had heard of this game, I had never played it.  Extremely fun!  If you've never played before, I can explain the rules sometime and we can get a group together to play it.

It started off slow and awkward because there were a lot of us who didn't know each other, but it quickly picked up steam once the girls saw how serious the guys were and realized that they kept losing.  It became more competitive and exciting towards the end of the night.

Then we finished off the party by taking all the balloons and throwing them in some random IVY apartment.  Didn't know the people at all, but filled their kitchen with balloons and then ran away.  They were screaming at us as we ran.

So much fun.

Then I hid in the closet for the next 30 minutes and waited for the precisely right moment to pop out and scare people.  It was fantastic.

***

That was yesterday.

Today was the ward party.

There was a karaoke contest, and despite the fact that I didn't win, everyone complimented me and said how stunned they were that I was such a good singer.

I tried to accept their compliments instead of typical fashion just sluffing them off to be of no great importance.  It was an ego boost.  And quite nice.

***
Tonight, as I was walking one of my FHE sisters home(the same adorable one who had the birthday party) she mentioned her gratitude for genuinely sweet guys like my roommates and myself.  I told her it was strange that she considered us to be of such high caliber  because I don't think we would ever equate ourselves with being exemplary in any way.  She assured me that we are.  Even standing out amongst other BYUI men.  Which shocked me.  With this locus of spirituality I would imagine that there would be a plethora of righteous individuals to associate with.  She said otherwise.

People are sweet(both guys and girls) until they get what they want from you.  And then they act like jerks.

So it is rare to find people who continue to be sweet.

And I am glad to be one it would seem.

~Boy