![]() ![]() But it's all in the context," I tried to explain. Amy was speaking metaphorically-right, Amy? you didn't actually call Sophie 'garbage.'" My friend Susan, the host, tried to rehabilitate me with the remaining guests. One guest named Marcy got so upset she broke down in tears and had to leave early. When I mentioned I had done this at a dinner party, I was immediately ostracized. I didn't actually think I was worthless or feel like a piece of garbage.Īs an adult, I once did the same thing to Sophie, calling her garbage in English when she acted extremely disrespectful toward me. I knew exactly how highly he thought of me. But it didn't damage my self esteem or anything like that. I felt terrible and deeply ashamed of what I had done. “Once when I was young-maybe more than once-when I was extremely disrespectful to my mother, my father angrily called me "garbage" in our native Hokkien dialect. I am tired and worn out and the eyes you would see would not be painted or inspiredĪnd I am not the life of your party who sings and has glorious words to speakĪnd my voice is raspy and unsteady from unhealthy living and not much sleep and I only use it when I sing and I always sing too muchĪnd never when people are around because they expect poems and symphonies and I am notīut unedited and uncut and not a lot of people want to work with me because there’s only so much you can do with an audio take, with the plug-ins and EQs and I was born distorted, disordered, and I’m pretty fine with that,Īnother Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving I’m cringing even to put this song on this list. Yet most of the Christian life is lived with one foot in sorrow and the other foot. ![]() I am a detached human being, making my way in a world that is constantly trying to push me aside, and you who send me letters and emails and beautiful gifts wouldn’t even recognise me if you saw me walking down the street where I live tomorrow Read 10 Worship Songs Id Be Fine with Never Singing. ![]() “I am not a finished poem, and I am not the song you’ve turned me into. ![]()
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