Interpret This:

I had a horrible week. The worst week I've had in months. Then, today was the cherry that topped the sundae of shit. Lathered the pile of shit with chocolate syrup just to mock me. Yes. It was bad, ladies and gents..

At the University of Toronto, we have several specified rooms; places where people of diverse religious backgrounds can quietly pray and perform their daily rituals, or even grasp a moment of peace with their higher power. One of these rooms was a tiny chapel at the Hart House, one of our student activity buildings.

And that was where I was drawn today.

Actually, I had no intention of going to the chapel at all when I went to the Hart House. I actually wanted to get a moment of rest in one of the lounges. Take a nap or something. But it just so happens that the chapel was right in front of the student lounge. And yea, my feet swivelled me into the chapel. I bowed my head with respect (more out of habit, I think) and sat down.

Note well that I have never been in that chapel. Ever. Maybe glanced at it once during a tour, months before even attending the university. And it's a very tiny chapel; darkly lit, not very well kept, uncomfortable chairs with a window that looks over a loud student courtyard where you can hear assholes screaming vile jokes at each other. And yet, strangely.. it still felt like home. As soon as I walked in, I felt like I was supposed to be in there. All my anxieties went away. I cried with relief, even. It was a strange revelation that I hadn't had in years, and it gave me strength for the rest of the day.

Interpret my feeling of revelation. In a separate post, SVP.