I think the band's performance was accepted well on Saturday, despite very apparent instrumental fumbles and shaky vocals. Youth Believe seriously has a more supportive audience than ours. Even the 60-year-old granny came over to shake my hand and persuaded me sincerely to come back for another gig. But that's not the most bizarre event of the night. Their pastor happened to be intimately familiar with my hometown's geography. Nevermind. Then when I told him which church I attended, he recited several elders' names and talked about them like old chums. I was still struggling to accept the fact how small the world can be when he asked if I knew his good friend, a naval officer with two kids who'd migrated to Italy.
The naval officer was my next door neighbour for 10 years.
This is too freaky to be a coincident. Lately, all the events that happened to me were all too freaky to be coincidences. Gaaar, what's going on?! *yank hair*
To my own church folks and band boys, I apologise for not being there on Sunday. During my break up, certain hypocritical comments from seemingly genial church folks were brought to my attention. I think I was never supposed to know about the comments. But I do now. And I am disappointed at how things were handled. I know I am a disappointment too sometimes, and we as fallen beings are all imperfect... but I cannot help feeling angry at how the church preaches love and acceptance loudly but seldom take the effort to follow up with action.
I admit, I wasn't feeling so ill that I couldn't attend Resurrection Day service. I didn't want to be exposed to the unhealthy opportunity of being two seconds away from doing some serious atom smashing with the particles in my foot getting dangerously close to colliding with those in certain people's asses/smiling faces. My apologies to those who genuinely care. Sorry if you guys got worried. I'm fine. Really.
My mind is a mess. My life is a mess.
I'm still doing up a to-do list to fix myself.
The naval officer was my next door neighbour for 10 years.
This is too freaky to be a coincident. Lately, all the events that happened to me were all too freaky to be coincidences. Gaaar, what's going on?! *yank hair*
To my own church folks and band boys, I apologise for not being there on Sunday. During my break up, certain hypocritical comments from seemingly genial church folks were brought to my attention. I think I was never supposed to know about the comments. But I do now. And I am disappointed at how things were handled. I know I am a disappointment too sometimes, and we as fallen beings are all imperfect... but I cannot help feeling angry at how the church preaches love and acceptance loudly but seldom take the effort to follow up with action.
I admit, I wasn't feeling so ill that I couldn't attend Resurrection Day service. I didn't want to be exposed to the unhealthy opportunity of being two seconds away from doing some serious atom smashing with the particles in my foot getting dangerously close to colliding with those in certain people's asses/smiling faces. My apologies to those who genuinely care. Sorry if you guys got worried. I'm fine. Really.
My mind is a mess. My life is a mess.
I'm still doing up a to-do list to fix myself.
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