Services: I recently went to a service with 800 people there. There was a Korean group of women who wore the traditional Hanbok, as well as a French speaking group. The French speaking group were people mostly from Central and West Africa. The 3rd group was of Spanish speaking people but that group included a lot of different Spanish speaking countries, not just one or two. The 4th and final group, which I was in, had 800 English speaking people. It was a very nice evening. While there I saw about 15 to 20 people I haven’t seen in about 20 years. None of my family was there but people who know them were. I knew family friends would be but I really wanted to go to the service. I’m glad I did.
Sarcasm: The other day my neighbor came up and knocked on my door to tell me to stop throwing rocks at his window. (sigh). I tried to close the door but the drunk bastard kept running his mouth about how tired he is of me throwing stuff at his window just out of sight so he can’t see its me. I nearly closed the door and was done with it but he once again said, I’m tired of you! …….I just lost it.
To put things mildly, I suggested he join AA. His response to my suggestion of immediate sobriety was to question my morality as well as the legitimacy of my mother’s pregnancy with me. Because he’s interested in my happiness he listed all the things I could do in the privacy of my own home to please myself. In the spirit of helpfulness I told him that there are many, many who are just as mentally deficient as he is and that he may feel more comfortable if he packed his stuff and moved to be with them. I added that he shouldn’t worry his pretty little head about me lurking in the bushes tossing pebbles. As he brought out earlier, I’m too much of a female pit bull in heat for that. I won’t come out of the dark or from behind like a coward. If there’s going to be an assault it’ll be to the frontal lobe with a brick. You will see me coming. You’re going to know it was me. You may not remember it after but at the time you’ll know it was me. My good neighbor and I exchanged pleasant farewells, then I closed the door.
I walked away from the door thinking… what the hell? What on earth was that?
It’s safe to say that one religious service in the last 20 years wasn’t enough to keep my attitude in check. I tried though. I was about to close the door but the man just kept talking. I was so close…………….
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