I'm being sabotaged by the people at church. I've lived in Beaumont and gone to the same church ward for SIX MONTHS. Literally a week after I moved here, they put me into the nursery class. While in the nursery class, I interact only with two year olds. For some reason, I never hear about church activities and the situation is less than conducive to getting to know other people. In fact, I think that EVERYONE at church is new because I've never seen 90% of them.
So, when they finally asked if I would be willing to be a visiting teacher (this is where you and a partner are assigned a few different women that you visit monthly), I was sort of excited even though I am the worst visiting teacher in the WORLD. I was thinking, "THIS IS IT! THIS IS HOW I'M GOING TO MAKE FRIENDS! THIS IS HOW I'M GOING TO LEARN PEOPLE'S NAMES!"
Then yesterday, they called with my assignment: my partner is the doctor's wife whom I sit LITERALLY two feet away from ALL DAY LONG. She is the only person at church that I actually DO know. And the women they have asked us to visit?? THREE women in NURSING HOMES who can't come to church, one woman whose husband has forbidden her to have any contact with the church, and one woman who may or may not still live here (we get to check THAT out by driving our little, white, Mormon bodies straight into the hood where we may or may not be knifed).
SERIOUSLY PEOPLE! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME? DO I HAVE TO BE FRIENDLESS FOREVER?
I'm going to have to go back to the drawing board.
But, bless Husband's heart, he found the positive in all of this (while I was ranting and raving about the injustice of it all). He said, "Well, at least you know that the women at the nursing home can't avoid your visit! They're ALWAYS there!"
Yes, good point. The situation still sucks.
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If you can't get any real friends you could always create some and have some imaginary friends. How's that?
Ummm...that's not going to work. I've already been talking to myself for the past six months. I can't stand it anymore
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