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Monday, April 21, 2008

I Wonder.

I wonder.

When God starts moving and I start really listening, I wonder what it is he's trying to say. I have my ideas, these grandiose versions of The Plan, these little dots splattered on the atlas of my life, but they really hardly ever lead where I envision.

I go to a place like Calvin for their Festival of Faith & Writing and know within seconds that I'm somewhere I totally don't belong. Please don't get me wrong. It was a great conference, and I met fabulous people. But I'm not all that.

I can't say for sure the exact reason I went. Coach said the Relief team was going and it'd be great if I came and represented The Diner. So I did.

My worst habit is that I find a million things that bug me. I do it all the time. I'm relentless and ruthless in my head. Sometimes out loud. Most of the time in my head though. Things that bug me about conferences like this are (in no particular order):

  • People who are fake.
  • People who pretend they're listening but aren't.
  • People who won't tell the truth.
  • People who are pretentious and pompous.
  • People who act differently in front of different people.
I guess those things are probably all related. They drive me freaking nuts. And the people who have those attributes probably want to smack me to Ohio. We don't get along. At least I see it.

Maybe they don't because they're too busy putting on a smile and watching that prospective agent from across the room. They can't read the sarcasm in my remarks because they've stopped listening, they're reading the lips of the editor that's talking with that prospective agent. They laugh that fake laugh like they're paying attention to me because I laughed, but I said that my grandfather was my least favorite person because he was fake and they didn't even catch that I was cutting them down. They push me aside with a tart, "Excuse me," as the agent makes his way near us. They push out their hands, shake with enthusiasm the agent's hand while speaking of high brow literary bullshit. And it's always funny to watch the agent regard them in the same way they just did me while the agent jokes with me about writing horror.

Or something like that.

And then I wonder what God meant by that.


Toni said...

Interesting...sounds like you need a park picnic. :) Gladl you made it back safely.

Kay said...

Maybe He's saying "look up here."

People irritate me, too. And lately I find myself tired and it is because I am spending so much time looking around and not enough time looking up. So maybe that's not what He's saying to you, but it's what he's been saying to me.

Nicole said...

You're simply not a fan of idol worship. There's a lot of it in the arts. Sad, but true.

That loving the unlovely is definitely hard to do. People tend to think the unlovely are drunks, druggies, homeless people, but in reality it's in all of us in the forms of hypocrisy, prejudice, and trying to impress man/woman.

Anna said...

I am with Kaye...the more things I point at with my finger the more I know I need my Savior. He wants to lavish me with his love and I am too busy complaining or picking things apart. This world is irritating isn't it?

Great post.

Michelle Pendergrass said...

Toni--you are SO right on target! LOL

Kay--Ouch! But I think you're right. I need some quiet time.

Nicole--You got that right.

Anna--MmmHmm. Yep. I have been whining a lot. I have an article I saved for a blog topic. I might have to pull that out.