#agmf

Meeting Rapture Ruckus again.

Meeting THE Michael W. Smith.

Moshing until the night runs out.

High-fiving the guitarist out of New Empire.

Screaming until I can scream no more.

Oh what fun.

Easterfest-come again soon!

Easterfest I mean.

Whatever.

It’s funny how you can plan to do something which you know could cause you to be at risk of assault, or be put in harms way, but you don’t care and you want to do it anyway…

I was wanting to run and just get all my hurts, confusions and lies (yet potential truths) swarming around in my head out, even though it was 8:30PM and pouring down rain.

I didn’t care that it was pouring down rain… I didn’t care if I got soaked… I just wanted to pack my bags and run where no one knew me.

Part of me was thinking of running to where one of the largest Christian festivals was happening. Part of me didn’t though, as I didn’t want to run into anyone accidentally. So I decided to text a friend to see how she was going and if she wanted to catch up. She didn’t reply… About half an hour later I picked up my ringing phone, after several missed calls, from an out of town friend, asking if she could stay the night and if I could come rescue her, as the festival had flooded and she was stranded on the other side of the city at some strangers place.

This surprised me. Only earlier had I been thinking of being where this flash flood had swept through - in less than 30 minutes. Only earlier had I planned to run, as I wasn’t coping… But I had a different distraction to get me out of my mind monkeys. A distraction which stopped me analyzing friendships, paused my thoughts on physical touch - how much I want hugs and to give hugs, yet how everyone seems to flinch when I even touch them, let alone hug them, as if I’m some sick perverted freak!; paused my thoughts on friends wanting me to find new close friends so that they wouldn’t have to deal with me at all… The list goes on… Silly mind!