by meg havana18 mar 2007
I went to church again today and I always find something entertaining when I’m there. It’s a place where people from all walks of life gather….and it is this something that makes it interesting not that I go there only to spy on others or to notice how things are but I just can’t help but notice…
Take for example this guy who sat on my left, who on earth could not miss seeing his body full of tattoos or at least from where I was seated, I just presume that he was laden with it even though his arms were the only part I got to lay my eyes on since, of course, he was decently clothed…moreover he was sporting a goatie and to top it all, since he sat next to me, this tiny bit really drew my attention more than the tattoo….a long fingernail on his thumb, makes me wonder what it was for....
Anyway, I go next to this one…to my amazement, I found like ten women bringing along with them a small shoulder bag which looked like jumbo hotdogs…yeah small but jumbo doesn’t follow ha!...man, they’re shaped like baby pillows…even the girl who sat next to me on my left when the tattooed guy just abruptly left in the middle of the mass, she was carrying one too…..well, I’m really lost but are those “jumbo hotdog” bags the in-thing now? I wouldn’t be caught dead carrying it!
Then there were these little girls who, I think, were still in their pre-teens who tried so hard to look like adults. Dressed up like they are going to some social gathering suited for 20-somethings, they sure looked silly “to me”. I wonder why their parents, who were with them, allowed them to accelerate their aging process when they could be visually pleasant in pigtails and could have don clothes as kids their age do. Gosh, they were even on high heels! Children, mind you, are not little adults.
In addition, there was this couple who brought their tiny, I guess, “one-day old” infant to church. Well, I know the baby wasn’t really a day-old alright but hello!.…Can kiddo hear and, most importantly, assimilate the priest’s sermon? Why does one subject an infant to such an environment…..so hot, so noisy, and so full of bacteria? I mean, the kid might just contact something from someone in the vicinity, although I am quite certain neonates have antibodies already in their system the moment they are born which makes them somewhat immune to some things…Pediatricians help me out here! Correct me if I’m wrong coz I had the lesson like a decade ago & I’m kinda rusty ….at least in this subject!
And get this, I got irritated with this couple in front of me who answered a call from their mobile while the mass was ongoing…have they no respect at all? I never bring my phone nor my wallet to church….I even worry that I might not be identified if ever something bad happens to me like when I’m on way home and I got hit by a truck and get mangled so bad that I can’t be identified physically(gory eh!), not even the mole on my right upper lip …..coz I got no identification with me…but I’m not talking about me here….well, I can’t judge them, it might had been an emergency, who knows?
I went to church again today and I always find something entertaining when I’m there. It’s a place where people from all walks of life gather….and it is this something that makes it interesting not that I go there only to spy on others or to notice how things are but I just can’t help but notice…
Take for example this guy who sat on my left, who on earth could not miss seeing his body full of tattoos or at least from where I was seated, I just presume that he was laden with it even though his arms were the only part I got to lay my eyes on since, of course, he was decently clothed…moreover he was sporting a goatie and to top it all, since he sat next to me, this tiny bit really drew my attention more than the tattoo….a long fingernail on his thumb, makes me wonder what it was for....
Anyway, I go next to this one…to my amazement, I found like ten women bringing along with them a small shoulder bag which looked like jumbo hotdogs…yeah small but jumbo doesn’t follow ha!...man, they’re shaped like baby pillows…even the girl who sat next to me on my left when the tattooed guy just abruptly left in the middle of the mass, she was carrying one too…..well, I’m really lost but are those “jumbo hotdog” bags the in-thing now? I wouldn’t be caught dead carrying it!
Then there were these little girls who, I think, were still in their pre-teens who tried so hard to look like adults. Dressed up like they are going to some social gathering suited for 20-somethings, they sure looked silly “to me”. I wonder why their parents, who were with them, allowed them to accelerate their aging process when they could be visually pleasant in pigtails and could have don clothes as kids their age do. Gosh, they were even on high heels! Children, mind you, are not little adults.
In addition, there was this couple who brought their tiny, I guess, “one-day old” infant to church. Well, I know the baby wasn’t really a day-old alright but hello!.…Can kiddo hear and, most importantly, assimilate the priest’s sermon? Why does one subject an infant to such an environment…..so hot, so noisy, and so full of bacteria? I mean, the kid might just contact something from someone in the vicinity, although I am quite certain neonates have antibodies already in their system the moment they are born which makes them somewhat immune to some things…Pediatricians help me out here! Correct me if I’m wrong coz I had the lesson like a decade ago & I’m kinda rusty ….at least in this subject!
And get this, I got irritated with this couple in front of me who answered a call from their mobile while the mass was ongoing…have they no respect at all? I never bring my phone nor my wallet to church….I even worry that I might not be identified if ever something bad happens to me like when I’m on way home and I got hit by a truck and get mangled so bad that I can’t be identified physically(gory eh!), not even the mole on my right upper lip …..coz I got no identification with me…but I’m not talking about me here….well, I can’t judge them, it might had been an emergency, who knows?
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