random babling
Well, it's yet another painfully slow day at work today. While drudging through some record keeping paperwork this morning I got to thinking about my childhood and about the time I spent playing in the Metro Youth Orchestra in Huntsville. There was this cute little viola-player who had the hots for me. I was 15 or 16 and she was a year or two younger than me. Whenever Metro went anywhere she would sit next to me on the bus. She'd follow me out to my car after rehearsals. On concert days she would sit next to me while we waited for the other groups to finish playing. She was kind of awkward, and quirky. She was home-schooled and struck me as a kind of an über-christian, although she told me she was a Rastafarian. We developed kind of a thing, but her parents wouldn't allow her to date, which was fine with me. At the time I wasn't really all that interested in dating, but we talked on the phone once or twice a week. A short time after that, I started dating someone from my school and she got really upset. We didn't talk a whole lot after that, and shortly after I quit Metro to join the UAH Jazz Band and I never saw her again. But I got to thinking about her this afternoon, and wondering what ever happened to her, and wondered why I never looked her up on facebook to see how she was doing...
About a half an hour went by before I suddenly remembered that I had. Several years ago, while I was in the middle of a fairly severe depression, I did, indeed, look her up on facebook. And we talked like old times and even planned to meet the next time I was in Huntsville. And so the next time I was in Huntsville, I gave her a call but she never answered. A couple days later she called me and told me she was sorry she missed my call, that she had been organizing a church group meeting with some famous preacher or something. "It's cool," I said. "I dig a girl who plays an active role in her community." But then she said, "Did you know that homosexuality is the cause of all disease in the world?"
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There was a moment of silence where I contemplated my situation. I could either agree with her and just never speak to her again, or I could show her the error of her ways. I decided to let her have it. And I laid into her with the full extent of my depression-inspired rage, and let out all the bullshit about the christian fundamentalism that pissed me off, and I think at one point in my monologue I even told her she'd been "brain-washed". I brought up civil rights and women's suffrage and told her that the next big movement in American politics would be gay rights. I never even gave her a chance to retort, and I think by the end of the conversation she was crying. Needless to say, she defriended me on facebook and didn't talk to me ever again after that. Ha. Oh well.
-CJ
About a half an hour went by before I suddenly remembered that I had. Several years ago, while I was in the middle of a fairly severe depression, I did, indeed, look her up on facebook. And we talked like old times and even planned to meet the next time I was in Huntsville. And so the next time I was in Huntsville, I gave her a call but she never answered. A couple days later she called me and told me she was sorry she missed my call, that she had been organizing a church group meeting with some famous preacher or something. "It's cool," I said. "I dig a girl who plays an active role in her community." But then she said, "Did you know that homosexuality is the cause of all disease in the world?"
...
There was a moment of silence where I contemplated my situation. I could either agree with her and just never speak to her again, or I could show her the error of her ways. I decided to let her have it. And I laid into her with the full extent of my depression-inspired rage, and let out all the bullshit about the christian fundamentalism that pissed me off, and I think at one point in my monologue I even told her she'd been "brain-washed". I brought up civil rights and women's suffrage and told her that the next big movement in American politics would be gay rights. I never even gave her a chance to retort, and I think by the end of the conversation she was crying. Needless to say, she defriended me on facebook and didn't talk to me ever again after that. Ha. Oh well.
-CJ