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<p>Where my decision to join the clergy failed, that&rsquo;s an example of a decision that worked out well in the end. Extremely well.</p>
<p>Neither my client nor I know where it is that he will wind up. That is still a decision that is underway. But ever since having that session with him and making the connection between what I had gone through in the past with discernment and the idea of slower decision-making processes, I have made a conscious effort to keep this in mind when working with all of my clients who are struggling with big changes in their lives.</p>
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<p>(talking with Kay)</p>
<p>The discussion afterwards was fine. We talked a little bit about other long-term decisions that therapists had run into &mdash; things like divorce, changing careers, and so on &mdash; as well as some other personal stories. It only lasted a little bit, but since it was time taken out of our normal shared lunch break, no one was eager to stick around, least of all myself.</p>
<p>Again, corporate nonsense.</p>
<p>I shared a bit of this with Kay and she sent me an eye-roll emoji, followed by, &ldquo;It&rsquo;s bullshit like this that has me glad I&rsquo;m still in academia. Not that libraries are immune or anything, but they&rsquo;re strange in that you&rsquo;re either a page or assistant like me or you had at least a masters degree.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I have a masters,&rdquo; I replied.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Well, fair enough. Still, I think libraries have this ivory tower nonsense going on in ways that places like you work don&rsquo;t. Reference librarians stick to their subjects, book binders stay in the bindery, book purchasers buy books, assistive tech people deal with assistive tech, etc etc. There&rsquo;s no real effort to bUiLd a TeAm in the same way as it sounds like is happening with you and every other office drone I know.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I&rsquo;d shake my fist at you for calling me an office drone, but you&rsquo;re not wrong.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I bet you dress in business casual.&rdquo;</p>
<p>I laughed and typed back, &ldquo;Of course I do! Have to look professional after all.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Do you call it &ldquo;biz cas&rdquo;?&rdquo; came the immediate reply. &ldquo;If you do, I will block you immediately.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I do not, thank goodness. I call it a button up shirt and slacks like a normal person.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;You are absolutely in no way a normal person.&rdquo; She followed this up with, &ldquo;What did you wind up talking about anyway?&rdquo;</p>
<p>I sent her the essay and then waited for her to read, feeling anxious, as I always seem to when sharing anything related to religion with Kay. She&rsquo;s never been anything but kind-but-disinterested when the topic has come up before.</p>
<p>Finally: &ldquo;I mean, it sounds like a fluff presentation.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;It was hardly an academic conference.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Yeah, but it&rsquo;s not really -about- anything, I guess.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I guess, yeah. Just a loose compilation of thoughts. I wanted to be the first so I don&rsquo;t have to worry about any presentations for a while.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Hahaha! So cynical, Dee! Never knew you had it in you.&rdquo; She followed that up with, &ldquo;Especially given this apparently pretty earnest speech.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;It was earnest! I am cynical! I contain multitudes.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Now I&rsquo;m just picturing you as a priest.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Black cassock and Roman collar? Or all the vestments for mass?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Oh, the black one. Total hot priest vibes. You just have to wear that and call everyone &ldquo;my child&rdquo; or whatever and the girls will be all over you.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Gears crunched to a halt in my mind. I must have sat there, staring at that message, for several minutes, trying to parse out just how much of it might have been serious. </p>
<p>&ldquo;Sorry, that was probably pretty insensitive,&rdquo; she added.</p>
<p>&ldquo;No no,&rdquo; I sent, then rubbed my hands over my snout before adding, &ldquo;Just never really thought about &ldquo;hot priest&rdquo; being a thing.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;You&rsquo;re just not on the right parts of the internet.&rdquo;</p>
<p>The conversation wound down from there, so now I&rsquo;m writing up my journal and turning Kay&rsquo;s words over and over in my head. They fit strangely into my image of myself. &lsquo;Hot priest&rsquo;? &lsquo;Girls all over me&rsquo;? There isn&rsquo;t a universe in which either of these things is true. I am no judge of how attractive I am and have never bothered to ask, but the idea of a priest being sexy makes my head ache. They are two completely separate concepts in my mind, a Venn diagram with no overlap.</p>
<p>And having &lsquo;girls all over me&rsquo; just sounds unpleasant no matter how I take it. If I can&rsquo;t deal with more than three or four people in a room at a time, how would I deal with that in some situation that might suggest intimacy? And in the more idiomatic sense, well, I can&rsquo;t even deal with attraction towards one girl.</p>
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