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Jan. 23rd, 2006 11:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
balmofgileadI had a good, mutually beneficial conversation with my aunt last night: I provided her with what she said was her first ever painless tech-support experience (I talked her through setting up a POP3 email account in Outlook; she declined my offer to attempt a foreign accent to make the tech support experience more authentic) and I found a good way to field questions about my observance.
Are you still really religious?
"No, after a lot of thinking and emotional and intellectual struggle [or something like that], I decided that it's not right for me."
After saying that to her and finding it pretty painless, I realized that there's no reason that saying it (phrased in that way) to anyone else should be different. Even if they're religious, I guess.
Putting it that way lets me retain dignity somehow--emphasizing that the decision came after careful thought, and that it's a decision that I apply only to myself.
Though come to think of it, the more difficult situations are the ones where people don't ask, just respond to what they see in other ways, either verbally or nonverbally.
I did talk to my mother about possibly possibly staying with her for awhile. Her house is, she says, cat friendly (I asked because I like to be weird like that). AND she said she'd let me use the car, and at my request she's looking into how much it'd cost if I bought an old clunker and added that to the plan. And then she spent a long time telling me that cars are expensive and you have to put gas in them and cheap old ones need frequent repairs. I knew those things, for the most part. But, I mean, a lot of people do drive old beat-up cars, right? So it must be doable. Ooh, maybe I will try to call the CarTalk guys on Saturday to ask their advice. Mmm, CarTalk. I developed an odd love for that show a few years ago.
I dunno, it's like a pipe dream, the car thing. My entire life is a pipe dream, but I'm crazy enough that I don't even need the opium.
I envisioned myself wearing dark sunglasses whenever I walk around, if I live at home, so no one will recognize me. I haven't been around there in awhile, and between the sunglasses and wearing pants, I bet most people wouldn't. Maybe I could dye my hair, too. Hmm, I *have* always wanted blue...
Oh, and this morning I said to the cat "I need to get up and go to work now so I can pay for the kibble you eat and put a roof over your head." What a weirdo I am. But I mean that in the nicest possible way ;)
ALSO AN OPINION POLL: the name "George Frankly" is:
a) a good name for a cat
b) a mediocre name for a cat
c) a horrible name for a cat
d) already the name of my imaginary friend and please don't steal it
e) not as good as __________(insert name here)
Are you still really religious?
"No, after a lot of thinking and emotional and intellectual struggle [or something like that], I decided that it's not right for me."
After saying that to her and finding it pretty painless, I realized that there's no reason that saying it (phrased in that way) to anyone else should be different. Even if they're religious, I guess.
Putting it that way lets me retain dignity somehow--emphasizing that the decision came after careful thought, and that it's a decision that I apply only to myself.
Though come to think of it, the more difficult situations are the ones where people don't ask, just respond to what they see in other ways, either verbally or nonverbally.
I did talk to my mother about possibly possibly staying with her for awhile. Her house is, she says, cat friendly (I asked because I like to be weird like that). AND she said she'd let me use the car, and at my request she's looking into how much it'd cost if I bought an old clunker and added that to the plan. And then she spent a long time telling me that cars are expensive and you have to put gas in them and cheap old ones need frequent repairs. I knew those things, for the most part. But, I mean, a lot of people do drive old beat-up cars, right? So it must be doable. Ooh, maybe I will try to call the CarTalk guys on Saturday to ask their advice. Mmm, CarTalk. I developed an odd love for that show a few years ago.
I dunno, it's like a pipe dream, the car thing. My entire life is a pipe dream, but I'm crazy enough that I don't even need the opium.
I envisioned myself wearing dark sunglasses whenever I walk around, if I live at home, so no one will recognize me. I haven't been around there in awhile, and between the sunglasses and wearing pants, I bet most people wouldn't. Maybe I could dye my hair, too. Hmm, I *have* always wanted blue...
Oh, and this morning I said to the cat "I need to get up and go to work now so I can pay for the kibble you eat and put a roof over your head." What a weirdo I am. But I mean that in the nicest possible way ;)
ALSO AN OPINION POLL: the name "George Frankly" is:
a) a good name for a cat
b) a mediocre name for a cat
c) a horrible name for a cat
d) already the name of my imaginary friend and please don't steal it
e) not as good as __________(insert name here)
