I don't think of myself as the kind of person who evokes strong reactions in others. At work, I keep myself pretty well in check so that I'm generally tactful and agreeable. (An aside to members of my family who might be reading this: "Shut the Hell Up! I am totally cool at work. You wouldn't even recognize me, I am so balanced and controlled.")
Anyhoo, Looooow-Key, that's me. I mention this because I have lately noticed two people at my parish who seem to have very strong (and opposing) reactions to me. The first, we shall call THE SEETHER. The Seether loathes me. TS oozes with animosity. TS sits, focusing super-atomic laser rays of hate in my direction whenever we are in the same room. I thinks TS is trying to burn out the back of my skull with a death-rage stare. It often seems like TS will try anything to evoke a negative reaction from me. My personal favorites include threatening to "tell the Bishop" and leaving vitriolic messages on my answering machine. So generally, TS is a real pleasure to be around. From what I have been able to piece together, this hate stems from a decision I made to let some handicapped people sit in TS's pew. So, in my opinion, one could argue the dubious merit of TS's eternal rage.
Person two, whom I will call THE GUSHER loves me with the love "of a thousand Jesuses." TG will come to any event I might be at, offer to set up, break down, and generally follow me around trying to be helpful. I think TG would make a shirt out of gum wrappings picked up from the playground if I asked TG to. TG says more nice things about me than could ever possibly be true and is always telling other people (in front of me) how amazing and wonderful I am. I should like it, I suppose, but I mostly think it's kind of strange. I apparently earned this undying love when I extended an invitation for a ministry opportunity to a whole group that included TG. From this, TG concluded that I was the next Jesus Christ, Mother Teresa, and Blessed Virgin Mary all rolled into one and therefore deserved a certain amount of reverence. Again, one could argue the dubious merit of TG's undying love.
So this all intense emotion came to a delightful peak tonight when the SEETHER and the GUSHER were both at an event I was leading. It was kind of like being punched in the head with a set of LOVE/HATE fists, when really, I would have really preferred a nice spanking from any of these or these.
Yuck, talk about the lesser of two evils. I'm not sure which I'd prefer. Probably The Seether. I don't do too well with overt gushing.
And now thanks to you I will be hearing "Seether" by Veruca Salt in my head for the rest of the night... "Can't fight the Seether"... heh. :)
Posted by: Lynnster | November 09, 2006 at 12:22 AM