ok, to say its a little mad wouldnt really begin to cover it. ive travelled timezones and transport where you arrive 3 days later stinking, speaking another language of which youve only just got your head around when someones ready to scam you in the next. But nothing quite prepares you to move one morning into an instant new life that will be yours with not much control for the next 6 months. somewhere between rehab and bratcamp id applied for this spiritual detox of mission training and given someone permission to push me. not only was nothing off limits but id filled in a form that left no loopholes of their knowledge.
Having thrown my fags in the bin on the way out the door of the barcelona apartment and trundled off bleary eyed after 4 hours sleep with a backpack the height and weight of a small person tied around me, i got here feeling less than a little prepared.
For starters it was straight from lunch and unpacking to a prayer meeting, the worst kind - the one in a circle, with perfect starngers and here comes the bit that makes you almost pass out with fear: a chair is placed in the middle, its like the naked at school dream only worse far worse because its a real chance of happening! why do chrisitans love to do it!? (alright i know why and i know its productive and after youve balled you eyes out till you look so red and you return to your seat feeling overjoyed and light and people applaud (and quite posssibly do the head tilt thing where they rub your arm and ask if your alright in a soft voice knowing your not, have been fixated on your every undignified sob!)
i sat silent dredding my turn......
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I smile...in a sympathetic fashion :o) hee hee x x
P.s. think you should have stood on the chair and see what they did!
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