i grew up in a German-Lutheran farming community in rural Iowa. in case you're not aware, that basically means i've been bred and raised to have only two emotions: happy and angry. we drive big trucks, work with our hands, eat steak drink beer and watch football on sundays. we are simple folk who don't like to hear about one another's feelings or talk about the touchy-feely stuff. i've made it farther than my father and i can hold my wife's hand in public without getting all twitchy. don't get me wrong, i love my wife, but i do so on our own time behind closed doors. my bad luck is that i chose to enter into a field where i must go to seminary and aquire an mDiv (master's of divinity) and be trained as a general pastor. the disconnect is that i am an academic. my undergrad consisted of theology, strictly theory and thought, and classical philosophy. i don't sit in a circle, hold hands or sing "Kumbaya", but now i find myself in a two week modular course called "intro to counseling" which is basically a big love-in where we share experiences, role-play and talk about caring. basically i've been sitting in the back of the class physically itching with discomfort for the last 6 hours and i get to do it all again tomorrow! BTW, if anyone in here tries to hug or cry on me i'm going to slug them. i'm not going anywhere with this one, but i figured i'd let you folks in on the little corner of hell i'm in right now. thankfully i have my laptop so i've been catching up on builds and other stuff here on 3reef as well as planning out my future predator tank! chin up and make the best of it sort of thing.