Easter Sunday 2012
For some reason, I have made it a tradition to write a blog on Easter Sunday. I'm not sure why, except that it's a holiday. It's not as notable as Christmas, nor does it have any special significance for me. Perhaps it's because on said day I seem to kind of step away from who I am. I mean that in the fact that I make a point to do some family time and, make my biannual appearance in church (unless a wedding or funeral should prompt another attendance).
We seem to have the same few things happen every year when I appear at my family's doorstep for said attendance. Mom said don't wear jeans because it's a nicer occasion that that. I said "ok" rather reluctantly. So I showed up wearing my black Vans with a pattern that could pass for the Hunger Games bird on them, my black pants which pass for skinny jeans, a turtleneck and sweater and my winter coat. Mom found fault with it of course, saying that I should not wear my winter coat. I responded "But it's cold." There have been several Easter Sundays when we have gone to our church joust and it has been snowing and people are shivering in their states of undress because they chose things for the sake of fashion not dressing for the weather, I was not going to get caught again.
We went inside the gymnasium of the K-8 school that was attached to the church and we sat down in the folding chairs. Mom said she wished once again that I had rethought my post skinny hipster apparel, but I looked around at the girls who were shivering in their gladiator sandals, short skirts made of some filmy, summery material that is not quite seasonal and the boys who were at least smartly dressed and I knew, once again, I had made the right decision. Besides, that extra 20 pounds around my middle was not going to be on display unless something black was covering it to make me look thinner. I could not help but think every time I am in church of someone from the past who was, without a doubt, the biggest hypocrite I have ever encountered. He was going to be a priest, and now he's married to some poor, unsuspecting gal who is probably one of those former nun types. Then I remembered another who said that he was very secular, and he was more judgemental than all the people in the world put together. People have such issues, but I try to go through life without it making me so bitter.
I could not help but think when I eyed those around me that while they had all cleaned up fairly nice they reminded me of the People of Wal-Mart in some way. What did they REALLY look like when they weren't here? Wal-Mart seems to be one of the few places where people seem to let it all hang out and be themselves, or maybe they dress the part once again knowing they might have their image caught on said website (www.peopleofwalmart.com). Who are we really? Aren't we all just playing a part? I was this morning. I was one of the good church goin folk when I am really not one. The only reason I go on Easter and Christmas is because it makes Mom happy. I am not one who is going to throw a tantrum if made to go or make others miserable if I am inconvenienced.
So it went alright, and we headed home. I'm headed back for dinner of ham and potatoes later tonight. I think I was too greedy to eat two pieces of toast this morning.
We seem to have the same few things happen every year when I appear at my family's doorstep for said attendance. Mom said don't wear jeans because it's a nicer occasion that that. I said "ok" rather reluctantly. So I showed up wearing my black Vans with a pattern that could pass for the Hunger Games bird on them, my black pants which pass for skinny jeans, a turtleneck and sweater and my winter coat. Mom found fault with it of course, saying that I should not wear my winter coat. I responded "But it's cold." There have been several Easter Sundays when we have gone to our church joust and it has been snowing and people are shivering in their states of undress because they chose things for the sake of fashion not dressing for the weather, I was not going to get caught again.
We went inside the gymnasium of the K-8 school that was attached to the church and we sat down in the folding chairs. Mom said she wished once again that I had rethought my post skinny hipster apparel, but I looked around at the girls who were shivering in their gladiator sandals, short skirts made of some filmy, summery material that is not quite seasonal and the boys who were at least smartly dressed and I knew, once again, I had made the right decision. Besides, that extra 20 pounds around my middle was not going to be on display unless something black was covering it to make me look thinner. I could not help but think every time I am in church of someone from the past who was, without a doubt, the biggest hypocrite I have ever encountered. He was going to be a priest, and now he's married to some poor, unsuspecting gal who is probably one of those former nun types. Then I remembered another who said that he was very secular, and he was more judgemental than all the people in the world put together. People have such issues, but I try to go through life without it making me so bitter.
I could not help but think when I eyed those around me that while they had all cleaned up fairly nice they reminded me of the People of Wal-Mart in some way. What did they REALLY look like when they weren't here? Wal-Mart seems to be one of the few places where people seem to let it all hang out and be themselves, or maybe they dress the part once again knowing they might have their image caught on said website (www.peopleofwalmart.com). Who are we really? Aren't we all just playing a part? I was this morning. I was one of the good church goin folk when I am really not one. The only reason I go on Easter and Christmas is because it makes Mom happy. I am not one who is going to throw a tantrum if made to go or make others miserable if I am inconvenienced.
So it went alright, and we headed home. I'm headed back for dinner of ham and potatoes later tonight. I think I was too greedy to eat two pieces of toast this morning.
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