the sitter

there was once this fellow who attended my ministry...he would sit down after the service and say sweet fuck all...he looked miserable...one day , however , he came with a brand new attitude...he smiled...talked...crap...it seemed like he was having the time of his life...and he never came back again...point...his misery was his comfort...it protected him from rejection...to enjoy was to be open to hurt...to live is to risk...so most confine themselves to safe patterns...maybe not as bad as "the sitter"...but you get my point...luv stu