I am not used to being awake all night by supposed adults…

My sister called the cops at 2am after spending all afternoon listening to Darren and his buddies bang around in their apartment. They broke off into physical fistfights!

I am not adult enough for this…

This morning, during my run, I met one of our downstairs neighbors, Mrs. Wright. She speed walks the path I’ve been running on lately and seems to be starting out earlier in the mornings now that I’m out there. I hadn’t noticed bumping into her the first week, just these last few days. My sister says, “Safety in numbers.” She most likely started going out earlier because I was out there, too.

I thought on that while I ate my cereal and protein shake.

Safety is in numbers, but finding the numbers that make you feel safe is the tricky part. It seems like everyone is quick to jump boats and often too scared to hold on to what they’re feeling.

Just Friday, in one of my classes, my friend Becky and I watched as our teacher made us pick between two books for the class to read this weekend. The initial votes kept changing as select students voiced their preferences.

As a result, I’m reading C.S Lewis On writing (and writers)

Even though half the class wanted to read Stephen King’s On Writing instead, they couldn’t stand their ground when the popular kids wanted Lewis. People are easily swayed when outnumbered.

I can’t say I’ve ever been able to avoid it. I keep quiet often enough—sometimes too often. I don’t care for confrontation or arguing over disagreeing. I’m mature enough to know we all have our own opinions and are entitled to them. And I believe in letting everyone express themselves. I just don’t believe in shoving my opinions down everyone’s throat just because they don’t think the same as I do.

Just my morning post-run thoughts.

E.M