I don’t really sit next to anyone when I go to church. When you sit next to someone you end up talking to someone and I kinda like being able to let my mind drift freely through the different things that come to it.

Sometimes I get the urge to sit next to someone who’s by themselves, and sometimes someone will come sit next to me. Yesterday I sat next to Jeff Hardy. It was good for me, because we did talk a bit, but he mostly slept and I mostly thought.

I think I’m finally okay with the fact that my old friends don’t really hang out with each other any more. I never thought things would stay the same forever, but I was surprised at how rapidly they changed.

As I looked around the congregation I saw a bunch of people who had connections with one another, but not like Cottonwood of old. The strong connections were few, if any, and even the loose connections didn’t reach most people.

But the people seemed happy despite that. Just as happy, and maybe even more so.

I have no sure way of knowing why. Perhaps the reason they don’t seem to spend as much time with everyone else is because they devote their time to more important things, like school, work and serious relationships. Perhaps they had grown to enjoy quieter, more peaceful times. Perhaps there was a buffet lunch before church and I missed it.

Whatever the reason, I think I’ve finally adapted. Took me long enough.

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