ohhh yeahhhh..... and a high five for geriatric bible studies.
Two nights ago, i had my first KLTI group discussion. This is so rude, but, I hate old people. I certainly am not malicious - impatient and petulant maybe - but not malicious. Arriving at class intent on paying my full attention to the lecture, my gusto was all but sapped when Paulina announced we would be divided according to the color of our t-shirts for the group discussions. (OKay... so maybe i was not paying a LOT of attention to the lesson, but i was really excited about the discussions =)
Unlucky me, cos i was wearing my favourite color-me-sallow t-shirt. And just as it must be, the cruel law of irony that holds our universe together rears it's pock-marked and unmoisturized head to reveal that... sallow is the gaudy new black for aunties this season.
So i was made to endure a painful, gratingly, slow death.
What did i try telling myself throughout my ordeal? Shut your mouth boy and prick up those ears - these aunties have had more salt than you've had rice and fresh air combined.
I swore and i struggled and i fought tooth and the occasional nail. In the end i realised i should just try to enjoy their company. I'm so busy looking for some golden nugget of wisdom or being dutifully patient and understanding to their sometimes off target rants that i ended up stressing myself even more.
Truth be told, i'd rather be shovelling crap than sit through another session like that. But... if it came down to t-shirt colors again, and my team consisted of slow talking, fast babbling senior members of my extended family at wonderful CLGC, i'll put on a smile and enjoy myself as best i can.
Big grins for the Lord people!
