*sigh*

I've never made friends quickly, and I'm not entirely certain of the cause. I can find different traits, characteristics of mine, but over all, I suppose it must just be me. There's only ever been one person whom I ever met that I immediately felt a connection. 

Oddly enough, it was at an Evangelical service--and I use this word very liberally; the service was entertainment, not outreach, at least, not how he intended. But this man proceeded to lecture on the evils at UVa, the terrible whoremongers and sluts that infest it, the heathens at every corner, and on and on he went. You know that mouse you sometimes see in the pets store? The one clearly missing either an entire chromosome or functioning brain? Sometimes you see it find the spinning wheel and watch as it tries to outrun the wheel, tries to conquer the wheel by running faster. You know it's not going to work; the mouse is, at best, an idiot. Clearly not seeing the logical--and forgive me--correct way to go about disembarking from the wheel. Yet you watch. You're curious what it will try next because while logic is horrifically boring, chaos has no reruns and will continuously baffle you with the half-bred ideas it always manages to produce. 

Morbid. Morbid, terrible, amazing curiosity is what holds you watching that mouse. And every time it runs fast enough to flip itself over on its ass, you chuckle and keep watching to see if it's stupid enough to do it again. The answer: yeah, probably. 

This is Brother Micah. You hope he doesn't take himself seriously, that he thinks it's a joke, but you can't believe that anymore than you actually believe the mouse in the wheel is joking with an audience. Anyway, as this *cough* person continues to drone and to lecture and even to sing about the horrible nature of homosexuality, I see a very interesting person approaching me and company. He was very cute, I admit it, a refreshing change from the high density popped collars and khaki pants, he sported actual clothing. Well, too. Anyway (must'nt let that distract), as I watched him debate and speak, I was strongly reminded of my brother in a fond way. Later on, I saw him outside of a dining hall reading. Several months later I have realized that the boy I had watched with much intrigue has become my best friend in the whole world.