As I was making breakfast this morning this thought popped into my head. My goal for college was an interesting combination of opposites. I wanted to be a Youth Pastor, because I wanted to help youth. I figured I was not the only one struggling in my youth with all kinds of questions no one could answer, and it seemed easier than getting a degree in psychology.
Everyone told me that I could not make a living being a youth pastor, so I needed another job. My other job was to work in a grocery store. My friends and especially my family was not happy with either one of those decisions. When I enrolled in university, they were not really thrilled with my plan, so I had to double major. I tried psychology, sociology, and religion. Then I had a huge fight with my advisor and dropped out of the YP program. At 5'4" being a history teacher/football coach was off the table. I decided to do English and eventually became a teacher.
I say all this because when people would ask why a grocery store, I never had an answer. This morning I realized that answer. When I went to the grocery store on the weekends with my parents, there always seemed to be a plethora of good looking high school guys working there. I don't doubt that I had crushes on some of the boys. As I got older, I then saw the job as a chance to meet and connect with other men. The problem was that where I lived, probably 98% of the males that crossed my path were straight. This began the dreaded period of my life. Chasing straight boys. After losing friend after friend, I finally learned my lesson.
So there you are- I wanted to be a Youth Pastor to help teenagers and to work in a grocery store so I could find a boyfriend. It is amazing that it took so many years to come to that realization, especially while making oatmeal. Funny, I still would like to work in a grocery store, though my disability would make that a bit tricky, but not impossible.
I know nothing really hot or erotic ... just a realization of my truth.
Peace until next time! Rob
Everyone told me that I could not make a living being a youth pastor, so I needed another job. My other job was to work in a grocery store. My friends and especially my family was not happy with either one of those decisions. When I enrolled in university, they were not really thrilled with my plan, so I had to double major. I tried psychology, sociology, and religion. Then I had a huge fight with my advisor and dropped out of the YP program. At 5'4" being a history teacher/football coach was off the table. I decided to do English and eventually became a teacher.
I say all this because when people would ask why a grocery store, I never had an answer. This morning I realized that answer. When I went to the grocery store on the weekends with my parents, there always seemed to be a plethora of good looking high school guys working there. I don't doubt that I had crushes on some of the boys. As I got older, I then saw the job as a chance to meet and connect with other men. The problem was that where I lived, probably 98% of the males that crossed my path were straight. This began the dreaded period of my life. Chasing straight boys. After losing friend after friend, I finally learned my lesson.
So there you are- I wanted to be a Youth Pastor to help teenagers and to work in a grocery store so I could find a boyfriend. It is amazing that it took so many years to come to that realization, especially while making oatmeal. Funny, I still would like to work in a grocery store, though my disability would make that a bit tricky, but not impossible.
I know nothing really hot or erotic ... just a realization of my truth.
Peace until next time! Rob
