Return to the Grove
So I finally got up to the Grove today for the first time in several weeks. With all the stress I've been dealing with I've needed to use my weekends as time to sleep in and not see another human face. But today I was up so I went.
Good time too, some of my favorite people were there. And most of my favorite people don't show up very often for various reasons. The only one missing was Mike who had to work.
There was an unfortunate incident with some obnoxious children who decided they wanted to run around and play and scream during the small ritual we do every week. Right over by where I was standing too, and this was pre-coffee and cigarette mind you, so I was not in the best place right then. And as usual they're parents didn't seem to be doing much of anything to stop this either.
This is a point of real irritation for me, in large part probably because I really don't like children and fail to see why I should be forced to put up with your brats. There is this unfortunate trend in the country I've noticed, this priviliged attitude so many parents seem to have where their children can act up in all sorts of ways in a public place and it never dawns on them to put a stop to it, they think everyone should just have to tolerate it. Well guess what, no I don't, I don't have to tolerate shit. I didn't choose for you to have kids, I didn't choose for you to raise them in a way that they don't know how to behave in public, and I certainly didn't choose for you to bring your screaming hyperactive brats with you to the place where I now am. I came here to shop/watch a movie/worship quietly (take your pick), and I don't need to have my time ruined because you can't control your kids. There are other people here besides you, you need to take that into consideration and not just assume that the world automatically revolves around you because you had children, that all our lives must now be altered to accommodate you. This is especially true during a religious ritual, you don't let your kids stomp around, yell and play games (not to mention almost knocking into the resident misanthropic psychopath who hasn't yet had her morning rage dispelled with caffeine and nicotine) in the middle of something like that, and if you can't stop them then you remove them. That should be very simple, its amazing how many people just don't get that.
After having the meditation ruined, not being able to hear a word either Courtney or Kat were saying, I stormed out of there with Anna (Grove Anna, not my boss) and the two of us had a cigarette. When we came back in the children were leaving thank the gods.
One thing going to the Grove today has done for me was remind me how I really need to attend to my own spiritual life. So I think at least a small ritual tonight may be in order.
On another note, I got a very late Christmas present from Renee earlier this week. She ordered a set of the Lymrian Alphabet Oracle painted on black stone. They're very nice, will definitely come in handy for divination.
Good time too, some of my favorite people were there. And most of my favorite people don't show up very often for various reasons. The only one missing was Mike who had to work.
There was an unfortunate incident with some obnoxious children who decided they wanted to run around and play and scream during the small ritual we do every week. Right over by where I was standing too, and this was pre-coffee and cigarette mind you, so I was not in the best place right then. And as usual they're parents didn't seem to be doing much of anything to stop this either.
This is a point of real irritation for me, in large part probably because I really don't like children and fail to see why I should be forced to put up with your brats. There is this unfortunate trend in the country I've noticed, this priviliged attitude so many parents seem to have where their children can act up in all sorts of ways in a public place and it never dawns on them to put a stop to it, they think everyone should just have to tolerate it. Well guess what, no I don't, I don't have to tolerate shit. I didn't choose for you to have kids, I didn't choose for you to raise them in a way that they don't know how to behave in public, and I certainly didn't choose for you to bring your screaming hyperactive brats with you to the place where I now am. I came here to shop/watch a movie/worship quietly (take your pick), and I don't need to have my time ruined because you can't control your kids. There are other people here besides you, you need to take that into consideration and not just assume that the world automatically revolves around you because you had children, that all our lives must now be altered to accommodate you. This is especially true during a religious ritual, you don't let your kids stomp around, yell and play games (not to mention almost knocking into the resident misanthropic psychopath who hasn't yet had her morning rage dispelled with caffeine and nicotine) in the middle of something like that, and if you can't stop them then you remove them. That should be very simple, its amazing how many people just don't get that.
After having the meditation ruined, not being able to hear a word either Courtney or Kat were saying, I stormed out of there with Anna (Grove Anna, not my boss) and the two of us had a cigarette. When we came back in the children were leaving thank the gods.
One thing going to the Grove today has done for me was remind me how I really need to attend to my own spiritual life. So I think at least a small ritual tonight may be in order.
On another note, I got a very late Christmas present from Renee earlier this week. She ordered a set of the Lymrian Alphabet Oracle painted on black stone. They're very nice, will definitely come in handy for divination.