My church is a whole other world. It's not that we separate ourselves from 'everyone else' (so much as they separate themselves from us). It's more that we're just an ecclectic group of people, who spend inordinate amounts of time together, doing bizzare activities... sometimes it just throws me.
I spent a huge portion of my week at work, doing various jobs. There were jobs that had to be done, and there were times when i just didn't want to be at home. But my studies have suffered, because i'm already behind and it's only week one... so i'm going to work on that! And i spent most of saturday there too, just helping out, but not really hanging out.
Last night, my boss drove into town with Loz and i, and we partied for awhile. It was quite random; we were calling each other 'honey' (as a joke!) and then, while we were standing in line, we mentioned the fact that i was nineteen and he was thirty-two - the guy infront of us turned around and have me and then him a completely disbelieving look. Poor guy. He bought us drinks and we danced like nutters inside - Dr.B is crazy. The old school music was perfect, when else can you be so nuts?
Today, there were kids everywhere, parents everywhere, people everywhere. I felt comfy around very few, and hardly speak to some. I hang out with the teenage boys - and tonight i fought with them, in a big way, so that we were fuming for almost an hour. We made up (we always do) and were talking relationships until i drove them home. I almost burst into tears when i broke a jug and there was iced coffee everywhere (did you know that hot glass will crack when you pour cold milk into the jug?), because it was just the last straw and i didn't know how to work the squeegy mop thing.
I was also informed that i, as far as they know, am the best person they know to cuddle against in a movie. As in comfiest, better than the others, best. I take that as a huge compliment, seeing as how they've had their fair share of girls. Good to see that i can at least impress the underages.
My church is the place where i'm happiest, the place where i'm most miserable, the place where i have the most people close to me and the place where i'm most alone. It's complex. And if it were only the bad things, i'd leave for sure. But there are some good times too, and that's why i can't bring myself to leave it all behind. Got to take the good with the bad, hey.
I spent a huge portion of my week at work, doing various jobs. There were jobs that had to be done, and there were times when i just didn't want to be at home. But my studies have suffered, because i'm already behind and it's only week one... so i'm going to work on that! And i spent most of saturday there too, just helping out, but not really hanging out.
Last night, my boss drove into town with Loz and i, and we partied for awhile. It was quite random; we were calling each other 'honey' (as a joke!) and then, while we were standing in line, we mentioned the fact that i was nineteen and he was thirty-two - the guy infront of us turned around and have me and then him a completely disbelieving look. Poor guy. He bought us drinks and we danced like nutters inside - Dr.B is crazy. The old school music was perfect, when else can you be so nuts?
Today, there were kids everywhere, parents everywhere, people everywhere. I felt comfy around very few, and hardly speak to some. I hang out with the teenage boys - and tonight i fought with them, in a big way, so that we were fuming for almost an hour. We made up (we always do) and were talking relationships until i drove them home. I almost burst into tears when i broke a jug and there was iced coffee everywhere (did you know that hot glass will crack when you pour cold milk into the jug?), because it was just the last straw and i didn't know how to work the squeegy mop thing.
I was also informed that i, as far as they know, am the best person they know to cuddle against in a movie. As in comfiest, better than the others, best. I take that as a huge compliment, seeing as how they've had their fair share of girls. Good to see that i can at least impress the underages.
My church is the place where i'm happiest, the place where i'm most miserable, the place where i have the most people close to me and the place where i'm most alone. It's complex. And if it were only the bad things, i'd leave for sure. But there are some good times too, and that's why i can't bring myself to leave it all behind. Got to take the good with the bad, hey.
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