(Mentioning the reason I blog)
Well great. You did it now, didn't you? You're indelibly marked with the memory of me. You see, by picking this up and even passively scanning it over, you have just taken the first step of a sort of 'thousand mental mile' journey through the usually unobservable spooky attic of the mind of the writer. That's where I store all the old dusty things, like patterned coats that belong mostly to the moths. Yup. Even if you put this down now and never came back to it, I have already begun my memoritical (I may have invented that word) growth in your head. Some day in the future you might just recall that little portion you read in that one blog that one time and want to come back for more, a reminder of just how unforgotten I remain. Now that we find ourselves here, dear reader, we might as well make the best of it.
Seriously, though. What an oddity that I should feign such creativity and fortitude so as to begin to write anything more substantial than a sticky note reminder to myself. I can guarantee you that I never had any sort of thought that contained enough depth to entertain even the most primordial of persons, thus I never ventured far from the inclosing fences of an unchallenged brain. But my brain ached with inactivity, though I didn't at the time realize it. Therefore, a consistent theme in my life was the nagging feeling like I should be doing something more creative with my brain juices, that I needed to forcibly take that first metaphorical-step in what would be an epic journey through what I previously insisted and convinced myself was charted territory, mapped and annotated. But little did I realize how fantastically limitless the recesses of the mind truly are, how untapped the possibilities remain, and how untouched such regions of thought still are left over, a tempting sea of considerations and musings that stretch farther than sunrise to sunset itself and leave far behind the understandings of even the most farsighted of men and women. Then was the moment that I discovered the curtain that divided the secluded closet of my mind that floats aimless in the ne'er sailed expanses just beyond. Upon seeing through the thin slit opening of this closed veil, curiosity burned in my heart, devouring the usual overwhelming sense of contentment. So as eventuality would have it, here I am putting letters onto pages, letters that are arranged in a specific pattern forming words to express the thoughts I wish to record in paragraphical (also a made up word) format.
With all of this said and read, the question begs to be asked and answered: "What, then, prompted me to write?"
Lurking behind this question is a shadowy enigma of a premise of why writing even exists in the first place. What motivates anyone to write? Why make use of a method of alphabetical representation such as writing to express the musings of the human mind? Why write but to be read, right?
But alas, this is not the blog for such things. I might write about that on 'Storytime', but let me get to answering the request I got from a reader.
After three months of Bethel service (round two), I dare say its time to unlock the cyberspace slot of my blog again. Would you like to hear what a Bethelites schedule is? Yeah? Well I'll tell you what a waiter's schedule consists of, how about that?
-5:45am Depending on how late I got to bed, I like to get up early. This allows me to shower and what not with a measure of comfort, rather than rushing. That also helps avoid a congested bathroom in the morning, as we have 5 guys in this room. From there, I usually do some light reading before I begin work.
-6:55am Work starts for waiters. As a waiter, I have to be all dressed up, checked in, and ready to rock before this. Then for my current assignment, I start seating the Bethel family at :55.
-7:00am Morning Worship starts. Since I work during it, I get what we call 'Late Breakfast' at 8:45am or so, where the cooks and waiters have their meal and watch the Morning Worship program.
-12:35pm I have my lunch break. As a waiter, we have less time. I start work again at 1:15pm on my current assignment, but we also get off at 4:20pm instead of 5pm as the most of the Family does.
-4:20pm I am off! Dinner for the Family starts at 5pm, but older ones can eat at 4pm, and the waiter crew can eat at 4:20pm.
Mondays: 6:15pm is Monday Night Watchtower Study! After that, I have Bethel Entrance School at 7:30pm. An hour later, I head home.
Thursdays: I have my meeting, which is about an hour away. That means I leave Bethel at 5:50pm or so. I usually get back around 10pm or so.
Saturday: Service! Sometimes we stay over the weekend at someone's house, and hit up Sunday Meeting.
Now for an abrupt end, thanks for reading!