Thursday, February 11, 2010

Clean soul, clean slate

I'm watching Garden State on my couch while finishing my coffee. Large's friend who made the silent velcro was sitting in the graveyard talking about "drugs of choice" and how it reminded him of Brave New World which I've always thought was one of the better books I had to read in high school. Anyway, he couldn't remember who the author was and said, "Aldous, Aldous, Aldous...[side shots of Large and Mark while the other dude drones on in the background]...Aldous Huxtable. That's it, Huxtable." It cracked me up.

But the reason I took the time to log in to blogspot was to say that two Mormon elders just knocked on my door to invite me to have a relationship with Jesus. Only I was Stone Cold Michelle from the second that I opened the door, not because I have all that much against the missionaries, but because I didn't really want to take the time to talk to them. And they definitely sensed it. I have never been so aloof in a conversation before. My body language and my tone and my words basically said "Get off my porch." And enter the massive amounts of Catholic guilt that have plagued me for my whole life. Why was it beyond me to be courteous to these people who are walking around in the cold? Why couldn't I have said, "I'm a happy Catholic who already has a relationship with Jesus and the fullness of truth in the Church, but I wish you well in your door-to-door evangelization." Would it have killed me to be nice?

Anyway, sometimes talking about my guilt helps me get over it and forgive myself faster, so there you go. There's my confession for the online world.

1 comment:

Laura Zaps said...

i saw them across the street when i came home. i'm glad you had them.

I reserve the right to make this blog as worthless to read as I feel like, and also to write as infrequently as I deem necessary. Just thought I'd let you know since I finally decided to share my blog.