My sister, Rachel, and I have come to realize that we are variety. This past week is a prime example. Wednesday night, we went to the Charlie Hall concert at school (MBU). Thursday night, we ate stove-roasted marshmallows and walked to the fitness center vending machine in our slippers/flip flops and loungewear to buy some chocolate. After returning to our apartment, we watched Cinderella and ate the chocolate. Last night, we went to Powell Symphony Hall in our sophisticated attire and listened to the Saint Louis Symphony Orchestra.
If a stranger observed us Thursday night, and a different stranger observed us Friday night, these two strangers would have two very different accounts of what we were like. Do we even make sense? We have many dimensions.
Our trip to the fitness center for some chocolate proved to us that we are indeed addicted. We blame it on the Passion07 conference. It was there in Atlanta where we rediscovered our love for the Snickers bar, and ever since then we have settled for anything close to it--anything chocolate. We crave it. We'll make evening journeys across the apartment complex lot in slippers/flips flops, athletic pants/P.J.'s, and hoodies. We are addicted, and we are the same girls who will enjoy a violin concerto, a Christian rock concert, and Cinderella.
We are not unique in the fact that our interests vary, but this is simply a recent analysis of ourselves that we have made.
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