Some things are not meant to be.
We gain wisdom whcn we understand this.
They stared at me, aghast. “What? You’re going to sit there and ogle everyone else?”
I didn’t go. I kept my ‘ogle’ to myself.
I once went to a tent revival. They even brought out snakes. I was told that if I had faith, I would handle the snakes, thereby showing my devotion to God.
I asked them if I could just avoid the snakes, thereby showing my prudence to God. They did not think I was funny and asked me to leave.
I also went to a Chamber of Commerce meeting. It was in my home town. In a strange sense, I felt it was my civic duty to at least give the event a chance.
Everyone was so grown-up–trying hard to act mature. They talked about budgets, plans, the cost of concrete, whether to bring a Winn-Dixie into town or how to improve the image of our little city in comparison to others flourishing around us.
I cracked a few jokes. That’s just what I do when I’m nervous. (I think one of the ways you can find out if an idea is valuable is to make fun of it and see if it survives.)
They did not like my jokes.
I didn’t like the turkey Tetrazzini they served for lunch.
It was a wash. I never went back again. They never invited me again.
It seems we did have something in common.