Yesterday was our church's annual picnic. I'm not sure exactly why, but it's not usually something I look forward to with great enthusiasm. Maybe it's the "sitting awkwardly among a couple hundred people while they stuff their face with picnic food" part I don't like. Or having forced conversations with people. I dislike forced conversations. Maybe it's because sometimes, when I try to talk to people, they just look uncomfortably at their friends... But this is something I have tried to get over. I don't do well in very large groups. In semi-large groups I am okay. In small groups, I feel great. Add to the fact that I don't do well with very large groups, my parents have recently switched churches and they were my "go-to people". You could always count on them to sit near you or talk to you. *not forced talking* And now they are not there anymore. I have to strike out on my own now. So yesterday I was awkwardly standing near the pavilion waiting for something to happen, watching Josh play in the spigot water, and wondering what to do with myself, when I was invited to play Ultimate Frisbee. The teens and young adults at our church have been frisbee fanatics all summer, though I personally had not yet played with the group. Hmmm, this spiked my interest. I played soccer regularly when I was younger and have always been rather competitive, though quite out of shape now at the ripe old age of 24. Honestly, I hadn't played a vigorous group game of anything since I played soccer with a bunch of Salvadorians last July. But, since Adam was more than willing to watch Josh so I could play, I took them up on their invitation. I don't think I had had that much fun in ages. I am horrible at frisbee... Well, not horrible. Just not that good... But the good, fun, competition was good for my bones. The hot sun, the sweat, running back and forth, the good plays every once in a great while... This church picnic turned out to be the best since I had started going to them. Now I'm getting anxious for the next big frisbee game.
Yeah, I'm just that weird.
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8 comments:
I am so much the same, Bethany! I never, never look forward to big church things. Mother/Daughter things, picnics, none of it. I am much better in small groups and feel so uncomfortable in large ones. I never knew that about you, though. You always seem to be able to adapt!! Glad you had a great time, you old lady, you;-)
Same here. I always want to be sociable and relaxed, but never quite feel totally comfortable... unless I'm at Heather's house. :)
You are a brave frisbee player, I don't think I would have done it! I am much older than you though ;). I remember my first church picnic and we sat there and no one talked to us. Maybe you, your mom, Heather and I should go on a picnic.
I think that is a superb idea, Sherri!
Sherri, that is a fabulous idea!! How about the week of September 1st??
That is a bad week. I will be unavailable all week. How about the next week?
Bethany is going to Minnesota, but Martha will be available...
Oh I so agree with you on sooo many things that you said.I very much dislike places where you are expected to small talk with people and I often end up saying stupid things just because I am so uncomfortable.Then the Ultimite Frizbee, I just tried it for the first time a few weeks ago myself.We were invited to a bonfire with a bunch of young people.I had been feeling old of late and having the chance to play a game and just be me and not mommy was Great!!I want to play again soon as well.
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