Pecan Pie

Social Anxiety from the South

Someone Like You

Oh. Hai.  Have we met?  Yeah, yeah, must have seen you last like…a month ago or something?  We were talking about sex and things that are dirty.

Anyway, Haaaaaayyyy bitches!  I’ve missed you.  This post is not for deep, dark debate.

I must confess, I took an ambien.  I may need to seriously edit this come morning.  Oooor….or. It.Will.Go.Viral.  Like Ga-Ga’s mmmjay-jay.  Make it happen, you know who you are.

Things to avoid in this discussion:

bin Laden


Drug Treatment programs

And nationalism ala Facebook vom a ton of it all over everywhere.

Instead let’s talk about something that matters.  I’ve had time to process.

When I came to the University of West Georgia, Dr. Holland taught the Sociology of Religion my second semester and I was like WOAH.  Someone teaches that?  Where have I been!?

Where would I have wound up?

Lollie, as she is so affectionately known by those who love her, is unassuming.  She’s just what a tenured professor ought to be and exhibits none of the qualities that a tenured professor is expected by others to be.  I hope that will come across as the compliment it is meant to be.  I came out as an atheist in public in that class…I had not told anyone besides my mother in my real life and I came out with force.

Comfort Zone.  It’s a beautiful thing.

She cut me right when and where I needed it when I got too big for my britches, as I am wont to do, (I’m sure you’re all very surprised by this) and like a NASCAR Chief Starter consistently waved the red, yellow and checkered flags in my face when it came to Jim, my friends, my work and my personal insecurities.

So, Lollie, here’s what you’ve been to me.

You have been the mentor that I have yearned for since high school.  Someone willing to guide me down the way I was going down anyway, because don’t tell me what to do, but please help because I’m freaking out and I’m not sure I understand.

You’ve been the professor who has pushed me and looked at me like I was crazy when I said I was going to work for a year instead of come back…and grinned a shit eating I told you so grin when you saw me in January.

You’re the friend who knew what my marriage had been, the traumas of my new relationship and helped me wade through the politics that come with a very close program where profs and students are almost one and the same.

I didn’t even know there was a such thing as sociology of religion before you.  Do you know how life altering that realization was for me?   I’m multitasking a statistics debate right now…because you told me that I would be fine, that I would be great, that I am brilliant.  I would never have these candid conversations without your influence.

I like statistics.  There.  I said it.

When I told you I was coming for your job, of course I never meant this…but maybe when you said okay, you DID mean this.

I know that goodbye is not forever, but the taste of this is so bitter sweet.

I don’t know that I could ever write how great your influence has been in my life.  You are a gift from the Universe, my friend.  In some ways it feels a bit transcendent.  I get you but for a little while, so that someone else can have the amazing fullfilling experience of “getting you”, too.

Thank you for making me love in all its confusion post-modernism and for making me proud to say I’m a Marxist and that I’m a terrible feminist, and those are the best kinds.

I am a sociologist.  If you say so, it must be true.


Bobspeed, my friend, wherever your life takes you…just don’t let it take you too far, okay?

I posted this on your wall, but I hope you’ll take the time to listen-I bawled listening to it on the way home from The Donkey…its perfection is ridiculous

Written by thelittlepecan

May 2, 2011 at 12:54 am

Posted in atheism

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  1. This is for you:

    You’re going to want to visit that.

    Adam Jones

    May 2, 2011 at 1:15 am

    • Because I am a bad blogger but a good student. Iz do better, I sawayer.


      May 2, 2011 at 1:22 am

  2. That wasn’t nearly as crazy as I was prepared for.


    May 2, 2011 at 12:56 am

    • It wasn’t what I set out to write when I started warning folks…


      May 2, 2011 at 1:10 am

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