My friend Miranda attempts to spend time with me. I have yet to fully understand why she would come visit me on her days off of work. I am not used to anyone missing me so badly that they would do such a thing. I don’t know her from my job and I don’t go to her church. It was unlikely that we even met each other. We met at Burger King one day. I showed her some stuff I was writing on my blog. I also gave her a paperback of my first book: Confessions of a Confused Virgin.
What is it about Miranda that makes her want to talk to me and take pictures of us making stupid faces? We have the most unusual conversations about the topics that others are afraid to talk about. We also have fun singing and dancing to unusual music.
Miranda has chosen to be relevant to me for reasons I cannot explain. What I have learned from Miranda is how to have fun again. Most of the time I am busy reading and writing about serious problems in the world such as abortion, war, religion, politics, or pornography. Miranda taught me that sometimes a person needs to sing and dance.
If I lose my sense of humor, then my life would mean nothing even if I did find a way to end all suffering. Being pro-life means more than just allowing people to physically exist. It means enjoying their life.
Miranda is able to make me laugh no matter what else is going on. She also loves babies as much as I do. I think that Miranda and I are relevant to each other because we have not forgotten how to dance like no one is watching.
I see a direct connection between Miranda and I. We are both people trying to make sense of the world. We are both confused and honest about it.