Random and Ridiculous

The other day I met someone who appeared to be beyond the random and ridiculous. I am random and ridiculous, therefore the said person appeared to be beyond me. Far beyond. If one were to accurately describe my thinking patterns it would be, you guessed it, random and ridiculous. I think its a coping mechanism.

For instance, my freshman year of Bible College I made the mistake of enrolling in Concert Choir. Most, people enjoy the entire group choral experience and for that I give them a mighty nod of appreciation, because I enjoy listening to them. I do not enjoy singing with them.

I entered into Concert Choir after being told I was most definitely an Alto. And I thought to myself, 'An alto, I am an alto? Is that some instrument? Do I have to play an alto - I most definitely do not know how to play the Alto...' Needless to say I was off to a rough start which only got rougher. I found the entire Tuesday evening class experience to be painful beyond words.

That is when I began to indulge in random and ridiculous thoughts. You know simple ones. I would often imagine the variety of ways the conductor/instructor could tumble off his podium which he ever so zealously pounced around upon. Oh, how my creativity passed the time and brought a smile to my face. I would like to point out that I am not cruel, as I never wished to see my seed of thoughts reach fruition. I was just entertained by them.

Random and ridiculous thoughts. Its the part of me that still believes in whimsical things. It is my fascination with fireflies (I am still not quite convinced they actually do exist). It is the joy of playing pretend with my little cousins or going for a walk when gigantic snowflakes are falling from heaven. Or jumping in a big puddle when I am walking with my sister because she hates wet feet and I still kinda get a kick out annoying her. Even though we are both adults.

The random and ridiculous are silly things that keep my ping pong brain occupied, it still lets me believe and search for a safe place, a home of sorts for my heart. It makes me wonder what those in this world who do not indulge in such fanciful things think about? Is being beyond wonder and imagination really such a good position to find one's self in?

Perhaps I will let the mighty person be above me - And I will call my sense of wonderment a gift from God. After all it never does any good for me to be above anyone else - The one thing I have no illusions about is my pride!