Haven't been posting because life has been rather boring. I've been recovering from pneumonia, it's all codeine cough syrup, antibiotics and laying down when I don't absolutely have to run the dishwasher or washer dryer. As usual Jim is pissed with me because his simple cold of one week has turned into a three week ordeal of lung infection for me. He just doesn't get it how sick I am. My doctor said that the trip to Costa Rica put stress on my screwed up immune system and weakened it, resulting in this crap. Feeling better but my voice is still really screwed up.
Have only ventured from the house that isn't drug-obtaining or food shopping related exactly twice. Once to go into DC with Jim to watch the Nationals play with his coworker and friend Tom. We had a blast even if the day was rather warm. When I was off scoring a frozen margarita Jim was walking around the stadium. In his upper deck wanderings he ended up right behind a guy that caught Bryce Harper's third home run. Jim almost caught the ball. But I think he was more thrilled by being shown on ESPN and the news coverage of the game.
The other excursion took place last night to a picnic for Jim's Sunday School class. I figured it would be a good, not-so-threatening, way to see if I was still highly triggered by our mainstream church. Jim has been begging me to return even as I swore I would not. Here's what I discovered....
The people that had been Christians and part of the church for quite a while were fine, but the one lady and her friends who were new Christians who'd only been at our church a few years and part of the group involved with the mess over the worship leader and his wife made me almost sick with their behavior.
The main culprit is also the main one that seemed to spearhead the snubbing of me and saying ugly things. This lady, and I use the term loosely, said all sorts of nasty things over the course of the picnic, revealing her lack of any maturity.
She started out talking about her love of wine and drinking, over and over again in such detail that finally the man studying to be a pastor had to explain to her that the Methodist church didn't approve of boozing it up.
Then she moved on to talking about the home group she leads, how horrifying it is, how hard, how much she hates it. She sometimes goes into the bedroom to have a quick glass of wine while it's going on in order to survive it. The main problem seems to be that she cannot remember where in the Bible scriptures are to refute what the others attending are saying. She copes with this tension by the secret drinking the bedroom, by texting her friends about how 'awful' it all is and by complaining about it.
If there's one thing I know about it's awful home groups. The last two years of our time at the old church Jim and I were the local home group leaders. Which meant my personal bete noire, Tom Smith and his wife, were frequently in my face at home group. I didn't like it much, but handled it, I dealt with it without complaining to anyone more than my own husband. I didn't run and hide, I didn't drink, I didn't text my friends to whine, I pulled up my big girl panties and dealt with it!
This is a fifty year old woman we're talking about behaving like this, not some twenty-something out on their own trying to navigate the ridiculous bullshit of being an adult.
Finally she started telling everyone in great loud detail about her period and how she needs her wine for her awful period. At that point in the evening the student-minister and I got up from the circle and walked away to talk about our children. I could see from the red faces of some, including the two of us, that there were some attending that were made very uncomfortable by her words.
Lucky for Jim he was engaged in a serious conversation with another friend of ours and missed the drinking/bleeding/crazy. He said he wondered why several of us got up and left and why so many people seemed red faced. I had to tell him later all the horrible he'd missed.
Later it came out that she's going to go to work at the art studio I once worked at, with the sociopath that runs the joint and expects everyone to wear a business suit, teach art classes for free AND read her mind. Myself and one of the others there had both worked at the studio and tried to warn Ms. Wine that the owner was a psycho but I could see our words went into one ear and straight out the other. So.. she's in for quite a time.
Part of me is meanly gleeful knowing that this woman I don't much like will be working for the craziest employer in our tiny town. Clash of the dumbasses.Yeah, I know, I'm going to hell for thinking that way. Gotta admit it, but I would love to be a fly on the wall when she starts working there.
Considering shooting an email off to the pastor to let him know that he really should not allow new Christians without any education or experience to lead small groups like that. I'm so glad I'm not in church any longer. I think I'd rather keep communing with the divine, or not-divine, alone without potluck dinners, gossipers, immature people, and assorted others.