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Zero words. Zero thoughts. I literally have no idea what to write about tonight. I don’t have any witty comment about anything that happened. I have no creative spin on the events of my day. I have no life lesson to share from today. So, I don’t know what to talk about. It’s 11:00 o’clock at night and I have no idea what to say. So, come take a seat. Let me tell you about me.

I guess since you can’t see me, I’m male, pale, freckled, average height, dark hair, blue eyes. But let’s not focus on my flawless physical appearance (okay, so NOT flawless). I’m a Math and Computer Science major and very involved in music at the college I attend. I drum and I love it. My favorite food is fried chicken. My favorite color is green, and my favorite animal is the giraffe. Um, I’m a huge Star Wars and Superhero fan and I’m super excited for the next Start Wars movie that comes out this December.
Gosh, what else do you want to know? Um, I’m Christian which means “like Christ”. I view my faith a whole lot less like a religion and a whole lot more like a relationship. I’m sure you’ve heard that kind of expression before, but I really do mean that. I love my dad’s saying: “I’m only religious about getting up and peeing in the morning”. Oh man, I’ve got some kick butt parents. My dad’s a super caring and generous and compassionate guy that has taught me a lot about what it means to be a man of God through the example of his own life. My mom is a miracle worker. She took this weird, socially awkward, fragile, emotionally unstable kid and turned him into a weird, much less socially awkward, secure in Christ young man. I guess if we’re giving credit to where credit is due, the real miracle worker in my life is God. If it weren’t for Him, I’d be a whole lot different than I am now. That’s for sure.
Who else has been influential in my life? That’s easy: my grandparents, aunts and uncles, and – most importantly – my siblings. I absolutely adore my siblings even though that wasn’t always the case. My sister used to be a major brat (maybe that’s just how I perceived her) and I tried to boss her all the time. That didn’t roll over very well. And my brother – well, have you ever seen those movies with the really nerdy kid that gets picked on at school? That was me. But unlike those movies, when I came home, it was worse. My brother was the kind of kid that picked on kids like me. He and I did not agree (I tried to boss him, too). We got into several fist fights when we were younger. There are holes all over my house (the one I’m soon moving from) that tell the stories of our battles. He and I fought constantly. I’ve chased him around the house with a knife. He’s choked me and thrown me on the floor. I’ve hit him with a stool. He left a softball sized bruise on my shoulder blade. Those were not good times.
But despite my poor history with my siblings, God worked through it and us. Now, my brother is my best friend and I absolutely adore, respect, and LOVE him – more than he’ll know. My sister and I, though five years apart, are super close and I wouldn’t trade our goofy conversations for the world. I absolutely love my family, but it’s God that brought us to where we are. I can’t ever forget that. There’s a lot of things that have happened in my life that I am super grateful for, but my family is the biggest.
So, I guess that’s me. Now, tell me about you?
Best of luck in the real world and God Bless,
XTopher