Sundays are still the worst.
Made the more so by the church shopping. So, yesterday wasn't as bad as the first, but it was pretty awful.
At the first church I tried yesterday, I got zero welcome, until, during the "greet someone near you" time, a ten-year-old kid thought it was hilarious to walk way over and "greet" me. (I strongly suspect that he knows *exactly* what is going on, but he's too young to know the full implications.) (Someone noticed him, and came over to "prove" that his joke wasn't the only welcome I was going to get, but scuttled away as quickly as humanly possible, and never talked to me again, even when he saw me after the service.)
They made a big deal about inviting everybody to stay for coffee. So I went along. As it happened, I was the second person from the service into the coffee area. They had various coffee things laid out, but there was in fact, no coffee. Or, rather, there was about a quarter of an inch of coffee left in the bottom of a carafe. There was hot water to make tea: I managed to get about a third of a cup of hot water out of the carafe.
So then, among all the people who did not talk to me, someone came and asked me who had invited me.
I apologized, said that I hadn't realized that it was a private gathering, and left.
I had had a minor grief burst during the service, and had a really major one, over no trigger that I could determine, in the second church I visited. I've had a lot of grief bursts during church services. I suppose that they are supposed to be pretty emotional times, so I guess it's not surprising. But fortunately, or unfortunately, but, in any case, interestingly, nobody has ever noticed.
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