I got that horrible sort-of-rising-from-within-feeling last week when I took my daughter to her new nursery.
I was asked to sign a consent form in order to allow her to be walked a short distance to the local church for their preparations for a carol service.
I could feel this indignation-sort-of-self-righteous feeling that was saying I AM BETTER THAN YOU AND I HAVE A SUPERIOR RELIGION AND WE WILL NOT BE TAKING PART....etc...etc...etc...
But I overcame it and I felt it was somewhat of a major victory for myself.
I do have apprehensions about attending the thing myself...but I bloody well will go, even if it's just to prove to myself that I can!