Circles

So today I read that there is to be a new exhibit in the new art building of student art called Found.  The irony slapped me nekked and hid my clothes, as Dr. Alden would like to awkwardly say.  My life has been running in circles lately and I just seem to sit and watch it.  I worked at the AACC conference for the department last week.  Our booth was right across from George Fox University (where I flew out for 4 hours of group interviewing and wasn't told a thing about the program but was accepted) and down the way was an entire booth of Jesus paintings where Jesus is the man's arm while he does heroine; Jesus has boxing gloves, flowing curly hair, and a glittering smile in the corner of a boxing ring gazing pointedly at you; and Jesus has a tattoo on his arm of a fiery heart with words on it I'm too embarrassed to read because he is staring directly at me with a look on his face that says "You know you want it".  Oh bad Christian art, and the days of Christianity and the Visual Arts.  Just because brother Joshua loves Jesus a lot and sees him this way doesn't mean he's good at ART.  As much as I was cringing, I wonder how God felt.  I have no idea what I would do if people pasted pictures of me everywhere like that...probably develop a sense of humor in self defense.  And then around the corner I saw a man who I worked with to develop some groupings for a phone app for ADHD medication maximization, I almost just ran away.  So awkward and so crazy, but then maybe not as crazy as running into Hannah Smith's first boyfriend ever who knew only two people at Lipscomb University, Jesse Smith and Hannah Smith. And me trying very hard not to ask, "Aren't you the one who sang 'I am every thing you want!  I am everything you need!  I am everything inside of you that you wish you could be!  I do all the right things at exactly the right time, but I mean nothing to you and I don't know why?' under her window after she broke up with you?"  Really life...chasing your own tail much?  When do I get something new?  When do I get to live in a place where I run into people I don't know?  When do I get to be new?  Can I be the new art?  Can I be something found? And of course the fundamental, clinical, counseling answer to myself is always...Yes.  Make it happen tomorrow...because the Tom Bake scarf and your homework isn't finished tonight.




Did I mention this guy in high school who had a crush on me messaged me creepily the other day?