Anyway, here is what's been on my mind of late
My life of poverty
It's been 18 months since I was laid off. Now, to be fair, I'm not just sitting at home doing nothing. I have found a data entry type job which both my wife and I can do from home. It doesn't pay that much; but, between the two of us we are able keep our heads above water, just barely. But, our CORBA health insurance has run out - so, we've joined the ranks of the uninsured. I expect we're also part of that poverty statistic that's been in the news recently. Life is difficult, but we're probably doing better than many others in a similar position. I mean, we still have our home and we still have food in the pantry. Without health insurance, we're really focusing on eating healthy. For example, we've decided we're not going to buy any baked goods - if we want something (like bread, or a cupcake, or something) then we have to make it ourselves. And, I always scour (what I call) the used meat bin (meat that is near it's 'sell by' date) for good deals I can put in the freezer. My biggest problem is that I'm pretty much a food snob - I enjoy fine foods. It's difficult for me to buy Great Value products at Walmart.My life of solitude
The other day I made Chili Rellenos for dinner - which were tasty, but frying tends to smell of the kitchen. Later that evening, when I walked into the kitchen, I quipped to my wife "good thing we don't have any friends who might drop in on us - because our house stinks right now."Stake Conference
My attempts at humor stings with reality - we really don't have any friends. Well, more to the point, I don't have any friends. My wife has her quilting and sewing friends whom she visits with weekly. Instead of friends - I have the husbands of my wife's friends. And, when she's visiting with them during the day, while said husbands are at work, then there is no reason for said husbands to interact with me in any way.
In a typical week - my only interaction with people, other than family, is 3 hours on Sunday while sitting at church. And that's not really much interaction either since it mainly consists of sitting on my butt listening to some talk or lesson.
Most days I don't even leave the house. I do have my brief interactions during the week with the checker at the grocery store as I pay. But that conversation usually goes something like
them: "did you find everything OK?"How did this happen? How did my life devolve into such a meaningless existence?
me: [mumbling] "yes" (which I answer - even if it's not true)
them: "have a nice day"
I try to convince myself that I'm OK with the life of a hermit - a hermit that lives a life of solitude in plain sight. But, it's not true. I want friends! I want people I can hang out with. I want people who call me once in a while just to talk - and whom I'm comfortable calling, just to talk. Am I really that much of a pariah to be avoided?
I tried joining a photography club this year. I go to the meetings, but I just sit there and listen to whatever program was planned for the evening - I don't know anyone, I don't even know the names of the people conducting the meeting. I don't talk to anyone. I go, I sit, I leave. Gee, that kinda sounds like what I do at church. It's just so difficult for me to strike up a conversation with people I don't know.
Intellectually, I know that to have friends I have to be a friend - and I just really suck at being a friend. So, I guess I just have to learn to accept that I'll live out my life friendless and, apparently, penny-less.
As I was sitting in stake conference recently, I looked around at some of the missionaries serving in the wards in my stake and, I don't know why, but I started to wonder if they might be gay. With 13 wards in our stake and, on average, one set of missionaries per ward - it's likely that, at least, one or two of them are family. If only there were some way to reach them and let them know that they're not alone. But, alas, it seems that coming to terms with our sexuality is something we all have to go through alone before we are able to find and reach out to find others.
On an unrelated topic, there was one statement by our new Stake President that has really been bugging me. He was addressing those who suffer from depression. He didn't call it depression per se, he was using words like "those who are feeling hopeless". But, then he said something to the effect of "I'm not suggesting anyone go off their medications - but I firmly believe that we can be in complete control of our thoughts." [worded as best as I can remember] As one who suffers from clinical depression, perhaps I'm just being overly sensitive - but it just doesn't come across as being compassionate - 'mourning with those that mourn and comforting those that stand in need of comfort', if you will. Perhaps that's not what he meant - but if that's how I interpreted it - chances are I was not alone. It really doesn't matter what he said exactly or even what he meant - what matters is how it was perceived by others. And, I didn't perceive it very favorably - I certainly wouldn't feel comfortable talking to him about my depression issues.A recent lesson in priesthood meeting
When we were studying lesson #15 "The Lord's Covenant People", one of the older members of my priesthood quorum made a comment that was really out in left field (having nothing to do with the lesson content nor what the instructor was saying). He blurted out "what about all of those TV shows with 'homosexuals'" - the last word being spit out in a tone of utter disgust. Fortunately, the instructor was able to quickly get the lesson back on track; but, not before I saw nods and heard sounds of agreement from other quorum members. It served as a bitter reminder of what some of my quorum members really think of the me - the real me that they don't knowGlee
It is weird for a middle aged man to be so excited for the return of Glee this week? Is it odd for a middle aged man to own the Glee music CD's? Is it creepy for a middle aged man to be tooling around in his blue Nissan Cube rocking to the music of Glee?
Anyway, this pretty much sums my thoughts and feelings about the Mormon Queerosphere
Guess this means you're sorry
You're standing at my door
Guess this means you take back
All you said before
Like how much you wanted
Anyone but me
Said you'd never come back
But here you are again
'Cause we belong together now, yeah
Forever united here somehow, yeah
You got a piece of me
My life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you
Baby I was stupid for telling you goodbye
Maybe I was wrong for tryin' to pick a fight
I know that I've got issuesBut you're pretty messed up tooEither way, I found out I'm nothing without you
Being with youIs so dysfunctionalI really shouldn't miss youBut I can't let you go