this is but one of many conversations overheard on a weekend at a camp spent with a couple hundred teenagers. Modified, of course, as teenagers no longer know what “unsolved mysteries” is, but the heart of the conversation has been left intact.
was I ever THAT awkward? am I still that awkward? oh man!
Have a great Wednesday everyone!
so, monday night at the commodore. My brother’s opening for a band. Before he starts, i take a quick look around the room. What I have illustrated here is NOT an exaggeration! there was a literal line of about ten people RIGHT in front of me who were ALL identically posed, looking at their cell phones. SURELY, once the music starts, people will put their phones away… right? no. obviously not. As a youth pastor, I guess i figure that is just how youth act in public, but man alive, adults are WAY worse then students. Remember when going to see someone play music was about going to see someone play music? When did a concert become about us as individuals? Anyways. whatever. Andy played well, and the commodore’s sound people are useless as always, and everyone got a bunch of killer tweets and status updates and texts out of it.