Tales From The Shelter – 12
Retarded Marthas been very quiet lately…part of this is owing to her having a very bad cold, the other part is no one’s been speaking to her. Maggy told Martha she was interupting a private conversation, in very terse terms, after Martha butted in, as usual. I Actually responded to Martha for the first time in about 2 months when yesterday she asked me if I wanted a bag of chips. The kitchen had flats of chips donated that expired at the beginning of the month, so that means they’re probably still good for another month yet. I let Martha know that I was fine.
It’s typical that groups of people will take on one another’s expressions and I told Maggy she was saying, “but that’s ok”, just like Martha. Maggy just about had a bird until I told her I was saying it too. We’re doing a self awareness campaign on this now.
The other night, Thumper, a new and young woman came out onto the smoking deck. Like Martha, she breezes in and starts taking over. Fuck, she was complaining because her church group had set up at Vancouver’s infamous Pigeon Park, a long time hang out for derelicts, rubbies, junkies, and now crack and meth ho’s. Thumper thought it was very rude that some men were drinking rubbing alcohol mixed with soda pop and were fighting while her church group had set up a band with sound amplification, and were pontificating how they could help them all through Jesus.
I don’t have anything against Mr. Nazareth, but Thumper and her kind just don’t cut the grade preaching their shit through micraphones, especially to the down and out. From the other side, they’re thinking, ‘hurry up with your bullshit so we can hopefully get some food from you’. Some of the down and outers are christian themselves but if you’re not ready for fixing, you’re not ready.
Here at the Silly the cult of Christianity lies in certain chaplains who offer resources not normally broadcast through regular channels. Oh how wonderful…this means if you attend the sermons you’re bound to find out where a secret food bank or employment center is. It becomes convenient to become christian….abide with their ways , become part of the fellowship, don’t fall into the bullshit brainwashing and you’ll get yourself along a bit further with saving money and gaining networking.
Thumper probably got sucked in this way, and thank gawd Maggy took her aside and told her to keep the Jesus thing off the smoking pit.
Most of us here are spiritual to some degree…the Silly seems to think the only path to spirituality is through Jesus. I don’t think Mr. Nazareth would have wanted it this way, and people like Thumper and the chaplains probably have the age old image of him as white with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. They can’t stop to think he was middle eastern and probably had dark skin with dark, curly hair.
Retarded Martha’s been leaving the door to her room open these days under the auspices of getting air circulating in there. I’m sure she wants people to take a gander and compliment her on it. Martha is definetly not christian by convenience. I think she needed some fellowship in her life that would accept her and one day she found it; but as I’ve said before she’s christan by rote.
I’m sick, I have a rotten cold. Athir took me along to the dollar store today to get some items and the line up at the check out was long so i sat on a child’s plastic chair. It shattered, so I kicked the bit against the wall and endured the line up instead. Every single time I’ve gone out for a smoke today , Martha’s been there. Having Athir take me out was good except I wish she’d brush her teeth more because her breathe stinks and it’s the kind that engulfs the air. I’m just not happy these days and can find the smallest fault with anyone. I need a vacation from here, like about a years worth.
I finally found out something more about this ill designed building, and that’s that the architect solely designs prisons. Well fuck around, eh, no wonder everything’s so fucked up.