I really need to stop looking like a rock star

So today while I was innocently shopping for my favorite snackfood, Snyders of Hanovers Hot Wing Pretzel Pieces (just so you know), in the snack aisle at my local Weis. I was stopped by a rather grungy looking man. He asked me to help him find white cheese curls. I helped him and quickly found the white cheese curls. But in the process of looking for them he asked me the one question that 90 percent of people ask me, "Do you play guitar?". I laughed. As usual. And answered no. As usual. And went on my merry way. I got my delicious pretzel bites, and of course, went to the same check out the man was at. He recognized me as the white cheese curl man and began going down the list of instruments that I possibly look like I could play. I stopped him after drums. And told him I play keyboard. And just by coincidence his brother happened to be looking for a keyboardist to play in his band that does "The Doors" covers. I politely refused. But he really didn't want to take no for an answer. So he pulled me to the side and wrote down his brothers cell number and other contact information. That I will never ever use. He would seriously not let me go. I kept trying to tell him I wasn't looking for a band. But he just kept going on about the band. And I'm too rude to walk away. So I ended up standing there by the check out for 5 minutes talking to him.

So in short. I am really thinking of shaving my head so people stop asking me that stinking question and inviting me to odd cover band practices. Or maybe I should just learn guitar and become a rock star.

Tired.

2 Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling,3 because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked. 4For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.
2 Corinthians 5:2-4

I think that verse sums up my life this past month and a half. I can't wait for the day where there is no burden. Where there is no more hurt, rejection, mistakes, guilt and sickness. Where everything in me that isn't meant to be there will finally be swallowed up. Where I can breathe freely. Without this weight on my chest of my fears and insecurities. I sometimes wonder how I will make it much longer in this world.

5 Now it is God who has made us for this very purpose and has given us the Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.
2 Corinthians 5:5

Then I read that.
And I realize how I made it this far.