Yeah, regarding stupid/crazy people and how my local parish is full of evil shit. If Ate Ising is in her right mind, she should be more responsible and have her music material available instead of burdening nice/clueless people like me.
Sure, it’s a great feeling to be charitable/helpful to her and Mutha encourages me do to so. I don’t mind making/provding copies but like so many others/humanz, I too cannot “keep up appearances”.
Realistically, I cannot always be there to offer my assistance and eventually, I realized that I got tired of carrying that heavy binder for the organist and/or her.
I was prepared to use my Music Issue, in which I penned in the notes to sing my parts, instead of using either a binder or my Nook, which I took and “saved” the organist who is more than capable.
For all I know, Ate Ising already had a copy of that green-colored Choral Praise four weeks ago during choir rehearsal! She said she’d rather use my copies because the hymnal was too heavy! WTF?!
With that said, I was prepared to NO longer bring her copies. And if she ever asks what happened to my binder, I’ll counter with her own word that it was TOO HEAVY.
During past choir rehearsals, I noticed that Yas and her mom would hand her their copies and with Ate Ising’s arms folded across her chest she said that she either forgot or is too lazy to get her copies in front of her/inside her bag!
With that said, I’ll counter her with her own words that I FORGOT or that I’m LAZY. That’s another way for these dysfunctional people to get away/what they want – by being irritable, like Loca Lolita.
Ate Ising already has missed two Sunday masses and Mutha wondered what happened and that maybe she’s ready to leave our parish again. And honestly I don’t care and am relieved because I get that frontmost mini-pew all by my selfish self!
During a late attendance at choir rehearsal last Thursday night and while seated slightly/normally to the left of the pew, I held both my arms out, grabbed the sides, pulled myself to center myself, and said “alright”!
I was obviously being mean/nasty, of which a facilities personnel came by my desk one day long ago to address why I was being mean/nasty on my service request to change the strong odor of bathroom cleaner.
To my surprise, the Clemeister repeated my word “alright”, too. Our bloodlines are sarcastic and those “outsiders” will take our wicked sense of humor as rather undignified.
Anyway, because Mutha told me about not intervening/pulling Mercedes, another nutter, away from talking too much to the priest, for example, I countered Mutha and her concern of the absentee with her own words that it’s “none of my business”.
Again, the Lawd Gawd set these crazy/stupid people before me because I’m too clueless to acknowledge that Shaytan/Dajjal works in mysterious ways by awakening me a world of possibilites – that a battle within the/my mind exists and that we/I need to choose myself first and foremost before/over others.
But that’s difficult when my programming, err, assignment, err, “choice” is to do good for others/serve humanity and forgive those “fellow brothers” who take advantage of the kindness of my parents/took my life’s savings and set me up with a dork and his pals.
Well, I’ll leave this blog. It’s late and I need to start over again, err, work as a cubicle slave and find that it’s all the same no matter how this or any game is played. Adieu!
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