There were a lot of visitors at church yesterday who were in town for the big BYU game. I'm still flabbergasted that so many people would travel so far for s stupid football game. We're just one ward - and not particularly close to the stadium where the game was played. I imagine quite a few other wards in the area were also full of visitors. And these weren't just people who happened to know someone in my ward - these were random people who happened to be staying in an area hotel.
There was a big exodus after Sacrament meeting. Can't blame them - I've done the same when I'm out of town and attending church. But a few stayed for the entire 3 hour block of meetings. But they didn't talk much as they were too hoarse from the game. Seriously, one guy stood up to introduce himself in priesthood opening exercises and could hardly talk. Not surprisingly, a lot of members of my ward also went to the game - and they weren't talking much either. That was OK by me as I really didn't want to hear about it anyway.
I am kinda confused about the whole thing. We got a team from Utah and a team from Oklahoma playing football - so why the heck were they in Dallas, Texas? But, don't bother trying to explain it to me - my eyes will probably glaze over and I'll start thinking about flowers or french frys something.
Mind you - I don't have anything against BYU football in particular. It's football in general I have a problem with. In Texas, football is everything. Seriously, you don't know what it's like if you've never lived here. During football season it's everywhere. You can't even go to the grocery store without being inundated with football snacks. They even sell blue & gray bread to commemorate "the boys" (Dallas cowboys) - does that even sound appetizing to anyone? It dominates conversations. Nobody ever says "Dallas Cowboys" - it's always just "the boys", and everyone is just supposed know who they're talking about. It's not that I don't have any interest in football - I have negative interest in football - I'm a football anti-fan.
So, what did I do Saturday evening? My wife and I were getting caught up on Project Runway episodes that we had recorded on our DVR. I refuse to pollute my TV screen with any of that football crap.
Fast & Testimony meeting was nice. That's about all I can say about it as I didn't feel anything. I missed Sunday School as I had to run home to get something I had forgotten (which is why I was aware of the mass exodus after Sacrament meeting - there was a traffic jam in the parking lot). Priesthood meeting was OK - it was about celestial marriage. Been there, done that, got the T-shirt. What does celestial marriage even mean for a gay man? Now that's a lesson I'd like to hear in priesthood meeting.
Maybe I need a vacation - from church. I go every week - but only out of duty, not because I want to be there. People are nice and all - but none of them are what I would consider a friend. Truthfully, my closest friends are here in the queerosphere - how pathetic is that? My closest friends are people who, for the most part, have never even met me in person.
I just don't feel like I have anything common with the brethren in my ward. Face it - straight guys are boring. All they want to talk about is politics (i.e. how horrible Obama is), football, and a little golf thrown in. I may be a pathetic excuse for a human being, but at least I'm interesting - at least I think I'm interesting. Unfortunately, nobody seems to care. Maybe my lack of conformity to the typical mormon male stereotype makes me just a tad bit too odd causing people to keep their distance.
I guess I'm just feeling sorry for myself today. In the past we've always had a big BBQ on Labor Day and invited a bunch of people over. This year, due to budget constraints (being unemployed), we opted to not host a BBQ. But, nobody invited us over to their home. It's been years, literally, since anyone invited us over for dinner, games, or anything. People are more than happy to come to our house - but nobody ever reciprocates. It's the same story on Thanksgiving - if we don't invite people over for Thanksgiving dinner then we eat alone. I just feel like I have to bribe people with food to be my friend.