So, at church last night I decided to put some of my readers' advice into practice. We got to the sharing of the peace, and I made my way around the church, shaking hands and giving hugs to everyone. There was a bottleneck in one of the corners, and I got stuck behind a guy who was shaking everyone's hand. I was ready to head back to my seat, but I saw that if I skipped out of this traffic jam, I'd be skipping Jake (the snubber from earlier) entirely. I decided to stick it out, look him right in the eye, and shake his hand, offering God's peace.
I held out my hand, and he shook it, making eye contact for a millionth of a second before looking away--WAY away. I just confidently shook his hand and went back to my seat, smiling the whole way. Am I the bigger man in this situation? It would appear so, for once.
In other news, I stumbled across the truest headline I've ever seen in the NIU newspaper.
Truer words were never printed. Well, okay, so maybe there was a little more to this headline than I'm showing you, but they could have stopped there and no one would have argued.
The first moments of silence.
7 hours ago