9 April 2002
Intentions
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good...Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood.--The Animals, Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
Whilst walking through campus today with a fellow student in engineering, a man came up to us. He was carrying a bag full of Pixy Stix and he handed me and my compatriot a little card about this mission Church that he was a part of. Turns out, he was trying to get donations in exchange for the sweet, sweet candy in his bag. Me, never one to turn down a chance to get sugar, well, I decided to buy some. So, I made my donation and got three Pixy Stix.
I headed into the office, and started talking to my boss about some Macintosh issue I've been working on solving, when a co-worker stopped by and commented on the Pixy Stix and asked where I got them. I told them what had happened.
"So, you were walking along," he said, "and you didn't know this guy, right?"
I replied affirmatively.
"And you bought candy from him?"
And I nodded my head.
To which my co-worker replied, "So, in short, you're saying you bought candy from a stranger?"
Well, I hadn't really thought of it that way. But I guess it's true. I bought candy from a stranger. Thus, in my good-intentioned way I went against everything that my teachers and mother had ever told me about candy and strangers. So, let this be a lesson to you: The good candy always comes from strangers.
I was buzzing from the Pixy Stix all afternoon.
