my commurrrrrnity.
i don't really have much to say on this one. my community consists of:
my phone, on which i talk to my mom, dwalt, and friends from home and college,
my computer, through which i keep in touch with people i've met traveling and the happenings of my college and hometown,
starfucks, where i down ungodly amounts of caffeine, meet new people, and have quiet time,
the ymca, where i talk to old people, watch the news through closed captioning, listen to john legend in the steam room and try to work off the stress eating,
my students, whose lives remind me to live each day to the fullest, and to continue my own education,
pastor steve, a lutheran pastor from indiana who was transplanted here in an attempt to serve a different community,
choctaw books, one of the best-kept secrets in jackson where i get to socialize with crazy old men,
and perhaps my favorite place, belhaven college, which is paradise, only a block away.
the reasons these things became my community are that they're places i can be on my own and not be surrounded by annoyances; places where i don't have to listen to people singing music at ungodly hours but can breathe and hear my own voice; places where i don't have to deal with dirty floors and lack of common sense, but can be with nature and common courtesy; where i don't have to hear loudass phone conversations full of nothingness but can sit in silence; places where i can talk to people who interest and inspire me, and not frustrate me; places where i don't have to flush the toilet and pick the toilet paper up off the floor before i can use it; places where i can live a normal life.
my community is pretty solitary, and, for the most part, disconnected from mtc. i definitely have my community in mtc, but i think, as per the usual, i made my own little community of one.
that's how i roll.
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