Barnes and Noble has become another one of those places I used to enjoy but now avoid at all costs. When I step inside I know instead of being bombarded with an array of interesting books (or magazines in my case) and delicious coffee at my fingertips, I will instead be faced with an array of study materials. I’ll have to trudge to the study aid section, pick out an LSAT study guide and then circle around chairs like a vulture until someone gets up and moves. Then I’ll stare at the book hoping that I’ll retain some information when all I really want to do is flip through the Glamour magazine that somehow found its way under said study book.
I went through this ridiculous routine today, only I actually studied for a bit. As I was making a beeline for the door afterwards, I decided to take an alternate route (to avoid someone I knew of course) and found myself in the biographies section. For some reason I picked up a large book about Mark Twain. Whatever. Then I moved on and saw Sarah Palin cheesing on another cover and quickly dodged that shelf. Then, out of nowhere, I saw the awkward image of Kristin Chenoweth obnoxioiusly glaring at me from the top shelf of the autobiographies. Although I was in a rush to get out of there, I just couldn’t say no to Kristin.
I opened the book and flipped through several random pages and felt like I was reading my own words. She is so quirky and uses stream of consciousness and I just wanted to know more. I actually cared about what she was saying…even though it made no sense. And then I turned the page and I wanted to be her friend. Did you know Kristin is a Christian? I didn’t, until tonight. Possibly because I don’t know much about her except she is kind of weird, like myself. And that she made Wicked more than just some excuse to milk the Wizard of Oz for all its worth again.
Now, I’m not saying Kristin and I are long-lost sisters or anything, but I feel like I can identify with her. I’m quirky and weird and don’t make a lot of sense all the time. BUT, I’m also very comfortable in my quirkiness and want to use it to it’s full advantage. I also want to trust that God is going to put me where He wants me. And use my quirkiness for His own purposes as well.
Maybe I’ll get to defy gravity like her one day.
Or at least help some tired redhead see some light in a very dark day at Barnes and Noble.
