“Past, present, future,” he said, in his typical cryptic “yoda” fashion. I wasn’t in a mind to take that kind of thing from him, not right then. Usually it gave me a mental exercise, along the lines of, “Whatever could he mean by that?” But yesterday night, I just wasn’t having it.
“What’s that supposed to mean??”
“What do you mean what’s that supposed to mean?”
“What I just said!”
“Woah now, you actually sound mad!” Upon inspection it seemed that I was, and that’s not normal. Not with him.
After an exasperated sigh I continued to seethe, trying to calm myself down. He laughed at my efforts.
Then he remarked thoughtfully, “Don’t you know what you’re asking?”
“No!” I yelled, taking advantage of the opportunity to set his head straight, or at least to make myself clear. “I’m just trying to figure it out. I’ve talked to God about it, sure, but with Him I don’t feel as though I need to be completely coherent.” He nodded with a smile in understanding. “I’ve never really tried to talk it out with someone. I’m just… confused.”
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