Out of Place

Münsterstraße

Her glance was that of slight disapproval and true confusion. Every of the many times I gave my response to the waiter that, yes, I was sure I did not ‘need a beer’, my stance was actually strengthened by the superficially approving, truthfully judgmental opinions of those around me.

Why don’t I drink? Well, it has nothing to do with religious restrictions, nope. And yes, I’ve tried a lemon beer that didn’t taste too bad. They said they understood. But I k ow they don’t.

So, then I thought.

Why would I come to Germany? 

A land where no meal is complete without the klinking of foam overflowing alcohol glasses and merrily chanted “Prost!”

      And I am not a beer drinker.

Where politics near to extremes,

      And I view balance more effective.

Where even self-proclaimed Christians support the death of the innocent,

      And I certainly do not.

The list goes on to great lengths, and makes me question much. In many ways, I really don’t fit in here at all.

But I think I’ve cracked the code.

If you think something is going to happen, or be one way, chances are it won’t. It’ll be what you never imagined or expected that happens.

What it comes down to, so I’ve noticed: balance, balance, balance.

And.

Reality is never like what you think it will be.

It truly doesn’t make sense for me to take such an interest in Germany. It basically goes against much of me. But, nothing ever goes how you’d expect.

Germans are notorious for being slightly rough, crazy beer drinkers, … all of which I basically am the opposite of.

But. I really like it here, somehow, anyway. 

If you can imagine something one way, it likely won’t be that way.

Heaven comes to mind. It is likely in no way how we imagine it. And that’s important.