So I'm at this staff training type of thing the other day. They decide to open with a prayer of some kind. So everyone is asked to join hands as someone speaks on the kind of day we want to have and all that. Now, anyone who knows me knows this isn't really my kind of thing. But I can be respectful, and once in awhile if I'm feeling particularly open-minded I might even get something out of something like this. But mostly I just picture some alternate version of myself along with some friends, all snickering at what has become of me that I'd be taking part in these kinds of things. But anyway...
So at this event, during this 'prayer', the person speaking says something about being 'thankful for all the beautiful staff'...and I can't help but instantly think, "and for the ugly ones too". At least I managed not to laugh. At least I hope the grin I felt was an inward one. I guess this explains why I'd never be the one speaking at something like this...I'd probably say outloud "and for the ugly ones too" and while some might get the humour, I'd imagine others would not take it so well. Hence I've used a healthier (we're talking a spectrum here) Freudian defense mechanism and sublimated that urge into blogville.
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