it's halarious when only one section trys to start a clap and it fizzles and dies. i always wondered who did that. the zealous or the jokers? now i know.
or when the people start to clap when the speaker isn't finished
or when the people clap after last prayer. hooray!
my parents were found by good old fashioned door to door.
so they bought it hook line and sinker.
so they were ultra zealous and perfect. too bad they had me. i'm human.
i was 8-10 and there was a boy my age in our congregation named carlos. i wanted to be friends cause i could sense he had freedoms i didn't and he was nice.
so at the meetings were would play and such and all was good.
but my parents took me aside one day(for programming) and told me they didn't want me to be such good friends with carlos. i ask "why?" of course.
"because he is BAD ASSOCIATION."(is that one trademarked yet?)
this didn't make sense to me. he was a jdub. i was jdub. we go to same kindom hall. does not compute in 8-10 year old brain. but it was a rule.
so eventually at one meeting he wants to hang out or he invites me over for a visit. and i proceed to tell him that he's BAD ASSOCIATION.
he's as dumbfounded as i am. i tell him my parents said so. there is nothing i can do. case closed. we part ways and that was the end of it.
later that night at home after the meeting, my parents got a call from carlos's father. it seems that he was offended at my parents for dubbing his son and in effect his family and himself, BAD ASSOCIATION. he was yelling. how would you feel if my dad said that about you?
my father is trying to explain what i ment when i told his son that he was a devil child. foot in mouth big time. eventually he gets off the phone and tells mom the situation,(i'm sure she already had figured it out ) and they proceed to attempt to re-program me.
"son, not everything we say in the family house should be said outside this house." he told me whatever reasons he had for making his judgement, like their family is late to the meetings or they don't all come or don't come at all. THEY HAD FIVE YOUNG KIDS! no excuse, judgement stands. it's my fault.
whatever. carlos knew my parents were crazy so he never blamed me and my dad got disicplined. HA!
then some other time around the same age....
terry - handicapped lady in our hall. got shot accidently by her brother and she can't walk. but she has a tricked our trans am that's fitted for her to drive it. she was probably 25-30 and single with cats.
she babysitted us lots and mom helped her out with stuff, it was alright. she made horrible eggplant though. and she forced us to eat it and we all cried and that sucked.
anyways, one day in service my mom is talking with the other hens in service, regular gossip stuff. my mom says something about terry "being in the marrying mood." that sounded interesting to me so it stuck. ah oh.
i'm at terrys' one day with my bro and sis and we are all sitting around the kitchen table and just for comversation i ask terry "so, you're in the marring mood, huh?"
she chokes on her drink and asks "pardon me?"
"ya my mom told us you were in the marrying mood. you want to get married!"
she is flabbergasted. i remember that now, i didn't then. she is sputtering trying to get more information out of me about what I KNOW about what's been said about her behind her back.
later on, once again my parents pull me aside and tell me i'm not supposed to repeat the things i hear when they are ridiculing and gossiping about others.
i don't remember her much longer after that. she might have quit studying because of that.
next post - some ways to amuse yourself in you seat as you fight the power of boredom.(i like the spit story. kids are awesome)