That's Entertainment
Dec 1, 2005
When I was a child, we frequently had visitors to our home. People would often just drop by. This is, or at least was, a common practice among country people. There were nights that you just "went visiting" - dropping by the houses of friends to see if they were home and ready for conversation. I often heard that people loved to visit my parent's house because it was comfortable and easy. Our home wasn't the most fastidious, but it was relaxed.
In college, my girlfriends and I always had a reason for a party (calm down, we were G-rated.) Even when the dorm room was a disaster or there were dishes in the apartment sink and dirt on the floor. We loved just being together and hanging out. It didn't take much to collect a dozen people, cook dinner, and spend hours in fascinating conversation.
Now, we own the house and pay the bills. And we are less eager to fill our homes with friends. Nothing has changed - the kitchen is still dirty, there is still dust on the furniture, and someone left socks on the living room floor. Again. But, it's something else. What happened?
At some point, I forgot to ignore the mess; all I can see is my own imperfections. I've sacrificed joy for something far less fulfilling. Dear God, blind me to the superficial and help me re-learn how to enjoy life with my friends and family.
