To the Boss:
I don’t know what came over me last night prior to the start of choir rehearsal. Just so you know, I was pissed at whatever “confidentiality” was shared with me by your Mom. Honestly, it didn’t bother me all that much because she is harmless and the data-set is just family bickering, which is normal and nothing really out of the ordinary. WE all have our fair share of hell at the home-front.
What really pissed me off was information shared by that damn old man during this morning’s surprise visit primarily with his plastic bag containing un-ripened apples freshly picked from his trees in the backyard and later on with his stories of you and your family. (I’ve got some of photos of him climbing his trees.)
I wanted to show my displeasure to you by dumping my small/beige bag on the pew with a loud thud (because it had Shrimpsei’s OtterBox buzzing inside) and by whacking both my legs over MY front-most pew/the black binder containing copies of your music several time. I wanted to shake off these sins.
Anyway and for whatever reason, your Mom can take my naughtiness. Hmm. That is indeed a curiosity. I don’t know why I’m able to do this to only ONE person in my life but she is a trooper/strong person. That’s why I like her energy signature.
It’s all messed up in a friendly/”nice” way! I’m NOT intimidated by her personally (and hope she is NOT towards a mostly “harmless” moi) but get drained energetically trying to keep her calm and relaxed. That’s why I cry.
I don’t know my own strength or what came over me tonight. I greeted her by slapping her right thigh several times. I hope I wasn’t being overly rough. I hope she doesn’t get hurt! This was the third time.
The second time, I’ve nudged her roughly on the shoulder from behind upon which she inquired if you would join the singers that weekend. You “agreed” in front of the main choir and I believed you. But then I changed my mind a few days later because you balked! Jerk!
The first time, I’ve done something else rough with my hands in the past but I forgot. I don’t know what is going on. Perhaps, my spirit wanted to slap her insanity awake!
So wow! It’s getting weird. That’s why I warned y’all about avoiding me when I’m pissed off because I’ve been getting into accidents like auto, spilling liquids, dropping objects, bumping into things, whatever
My behavior could be explained because I saw her pinch a child/little Yas in the back to fetch one of your music and I said under my breath: “Poor kid!” That was in the beginning when she and her group joined our main choir.
So perhaps, I wanted to connect with her in some way but she is too far gone. Her mind is NOT with her immediate surroundings. It’s only temporary. That old man from this morning said that during a party, your Mom shook hands with his wife and him but her focus and sincerity were lacking.
As a result, certain emotionally sensitive people, like this old man and his late wife, get/got their feelings hurt VERY easily. I just don’t like the word he kept using to describe you/your family and me – “crazy”. He too has fallen under this category.
My parents and I are still wary of him and are new to these stories because we only attend church to pray and NOT to join any organizations for this same reason – to avoid gossips and pitfalls of people talking about stuff we know nothing about. But since we are all going to die/on our last legs of the journey, I guess anything goes!
So forgive me for disclosing all my sentimental crap to y’all because I can’t take these extra data-set. All I could do I connect with your energy signatures and offer your naughtiness to the “Lawd Gawd”. Y’all are still mysterious to me/us but I find nothing of ill-will, except nastiness. Again, all this stuff is for y’all to reconsider how you wish to operate in my local parish. That’s what I mean by “protecting” y’all. Bahaha!
Huh,
Flynn…