.........WITHOUT SMACKING ANYONE!!!
But man! It was tough!
We got there about 7:20. It was held in a school auditorium, since they combined with another cong (to hide the smaller numbers?) We sat on a basketball court! With hoops! LOL.
As soon as we arrived, the love bombing started. Shake your hand. Stare into your eyes. "How are you? It's lovely to see you!"
Stare into the eyes. I know what they're thinking: "what the fuck's the matter with you, loser?" When I don't say anything after "hello" they soon bugger off.
Then the elders approaching. The false joy. "We've missed you." Hearty shake of the hand. One of the bastards even started giving me a massage when I was sitting down, for God's sake!
Wait for the song. Notice stares from various b & s.
Then the usual talk. Same shit, different year. A justification of why it's happening tonight and not yesterday, when there was a full moon. The small remnant remaining. Doesn't anyone read the sodding yearbooks?
Passing the matzah's. Looking around, wondering "am I alone here? Is anyone else feeling what I'm feeling?"
Passing the merlot. Watching the proud parents making sure their kid's touch the glass. The poor kid's! Another generation of victims. Damn those Brooklyn bastards!
The usual conversion sales drive. "Faith without works..... Do you appreciate...blah, blah..."
At last, it's over. An MS rather amusingly saying "I'll say bye now in case I don't see you again." If only he knew!
Conscious of an elder following me with his eyes as we leave the auditorium.
Conscious of my wife. My lovely wife. She's sad. Sad because she thinks I'm going to die at armageddon. I love her so much, but I have to see her controlled by a cult. Desperate to talk to her, tell her all I know, but I can't because I'll lose her.
There. Rant finished. Sorry.