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tiamatladyI feel lousy.
And here, I thought I was off the hook re: calling in several weeks ago. Usually, if you call in for something other than the plague, one gets sickER and then can't call in.
I'm having a harder and harder time concentrating, and I'm freezing. Which is always a sign of me getting ill - I'm never cold.
yesterday I had breakfast made for me (which I can SO get used to!) got stuff done in my room, got into a fight with the downstairs asshole because he believes noone should ever make noise EVER (M broke up the old table and tossed it, and between the noise of the unscrewing (?) and the carrying it out, I thought downstairs ass was going to have a coronary. When I told Teh Unit, she told me to tell him to go screw, we'd been there 16 years (which is true) and never bother anyone. iT WAS 5pm on a Sunday, when DID he think we should do chores in the house. AND she told me if he makes another peep to call the cops. Which I think I might just do. They fight a hella lot.) I also got some work done, and made it to the wedding.
Which was uncomfortable at best. Between not SPEAKING to half my table (which ended up being a table of ten so we had plenty of room for us, and besides Bret told me afterwards that he WOULD NOT have let me sit alone with people I didn't know. I *heart* him long time) for one reason or another (IE someone is a DICKHEAD and refuses to admit it. What and ever we all ignored it) and the cultural differences AND us group of nine being "WTF are we DOING here!" it wasn't good.
Will someone tell me WHY men of religion ALWAYS use the ceremony of marraige as an excuse to rail against idea of same sex marrages? I honestly don't give a rat's ass what you believe it, everyone is entitled to their beliefs, but this guy (whom I hesitate to give title to since I'm not sure, I'm fairly certain he's an Imam, but I never got around to asking) addressed US specifically, in order to convert us by his speech. I'm not kidding - he said "I'm talking you all of you non-Muslim, friends of *bride*" Yes he said exactly that. I'm HORRIFIED. Any pulpit in a storm, and I do realize that's his way.
Except there's ME, there's my group of goth friends and their issues, there's the bride's other VERY VERY GAY friends, and some other stuff I can't say in public, that he was addressing. It was quite rude. And if _I_ had done that about my beliefs at someone's wedding? The HORROR.
It's not her fault. It's not anyone's fault. it was very much a different culture, and I wasn't about to BE them and disrepect THEM they was they disrepected me. I actually CARE about that. Whether or not they do - not my issue. I felt for the bride though - we're not sure what she's gotten into. But again, not my call.
And none of us listened to it anyway. It certainly didn't work. We didn't jump up and all convert. And members of the groom's side said things like "Don't be afraid of us" and "try our food it's delicious!" Uh, we're not afraid, this just isn't our usual thing and we need time to get into it. And the food thing was said after half of us, who all like the Indian style food they had, had full plates! (that was some damn fine chicken, actually, although I'd go with a few less hard crunchy things in the rice.) Plus it was a Sunday, and there was one whiner in particular. I'm going to suggest next time their date be mine and the whiner stay home.
Anyway, I couldn't go right to bed when I got home, and watched a very SHOCKING Flava of Love (It's so bad, it's good!) and finally went to bed where I had nightmares. Or at least dreams that disturbed me enough that I know my sleep was disturbed. I'm very tired, and my throat hurts.
Whine whine whine. *LOL*
Time for lunch, before I get a call from a client.
And here, I thought I was off the hook re: calling in several weeks ago. Usually, if you call in for something other than the plague, one gets sickER and then can't call in.
I'm having a harder and harder time concentrating, and I'm freezing. Which is always a sign of me getting ill - I'm never cold.
yesterday I had breakfast made for me (which I can SO get used to!) got stuff done in my room, got into a fight with the downstairs asshole because he believes noone should ever make noise EVER (M broke up the old table and tossed it, and between the noise of the unscrewing (?) and the carrying it out, I thought downstairs ass was going to have a coronary. When I told Teh Unit, she told me to tell him to go screw, we'd been there 16 years (which is true) and never bother anyone. iT WAS 5pm on a Sunday, when DID he think we should do chores in the house. AND she told me if he makes another peep to call the cops. Which I think I might just do. They fight a hella lot.) I also got some work done, and made it to the wedding.
Which was uncomfortable at best. Between not SPEAKING to half my table (which ended up being a table of ten so we had plenty of room for us, and besides Bret told me afterwards that he WOULD NOT have let me sit alone with people I didn't know. I *heart* him long time) for one reason or another (IE someone is a DICKHEAD and refuses to admit it. What and ever we all ignored it) and the cultural differences AND us group of nine being "WTF are we DOING here!" it wasn't good.
Will someone tell me WHY men of religion ALWAYS use the ceremony of marraige as an excuse to rail against idea of same sex marrages? I honestly don't give a rat's ass what you believe it, everyone is entitled to their beliefs, but this guy (whom I hesitate to give title to since I'm not sure, I'm fairly certain he's an Imam, but I never got around to asking) addressed US specifically, in order to convert us by his speech. I'm not kidding - he said "I'm talking you all of you non-Muslim, friends of *bride*" Yes he said exactly that. I'm HORRIFIED. Any pulpit in a storm, and I do realize that's his way.
Except there's ME, there's my group of goth friends and their issues, there's the bride's other VERY VERY GAY friends, and some other stuff I can't say in public, that he was addressing. It was quite rude. And if _I_ had done that about my beliefs at someone's wedding? The HORROR.
It's not her fault. It's not anyone's fault. it was very much a different culture, and I wasn't about to BE them and disrepect THEM they was they disrepected me. I actually CARE about that. Whether or not they do - not my issue. I felt for the bride though - we're not sure what she's gotten into. But again, not my call.
And none of us listened to it anyway. It certainly didn't work. We didn't jump up and all convert. And members of the groom's side said things like "Don't be afraid of us" and "try our food it's delicious!" Uh, we're not afraid, this just isn't our usual thing and we need time to get into it. And the food thing was said after half of us, who all like the Indian style food they had, had full plates! (that was some damn fine chicken, actually, although I'd go with a few less hard crunchy things in the rice.) Plus it was a Sunday, and there was one whiner in particular. I'm going to suggest next time their date be mine and the whiner stay home.
Anyway, I couldn't go right to bed when I got home, and watched a very SHOCKING Flava of Love (It's so bad, it's good!) and finally went to bed where I had nightmares. Or at least dreams that disturbed me enough that I know my sleep was disturbed. I'm very tired, and my throat hurts.
Whine whine whine. *LOL*
Time for lunch, before I get a call from a client.
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Date: 2006-09-11 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-09-12 12:07 am (UTC)That's awful about the preaching at the wedding! I haven't experienced anything offensive like that over here, but nonetheless they do take the opportunity to devote 90% of weddings and christenings to their beliefs, rather than the people whose ceremony it is.
The last religious wedding I went to was mainly on about how the purpose of marriage is to have children and bring them up as Christians.
The christening I went to had us all reading from a printed sheet entitled "What we believe"...