Weird Traditions
Talking with a friend yesterday about school dinners, she suddenly said, "We had to march into the dining room behind the School Band... except on Thursdays." Since all of us were now staring, she qualified this with, "...on Thursdays there was no wind section. It was a tradition."
What weird stuff have you been made to do "because it's a tradition."
( , Thu 28 Jul 2005, 11:11)
Talking with a friend yesterday about school dinners, she suddenly said, "We had to march into the dining room behind the School Band... except on Thursdays." Since all of us were now staring, she qualified this with, "...on Thursdays there was no wind section. It was a tradition."
What weird stuff have you been made to do "because it's a tradition."
( , Thu 28 Jul 2005, 11:11)
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i grew up in a christian home... and as you may know christians love their "anointing oil." if youre not familiar with this, if they feel someone needs a lot of help and only god can provide it, they put a little drop of oil on your forehead and commence to the prayer session. i never cared one way or the other about this... tradition... but one day when i was about ten, we had a visiting minister at my parents' church, and i guess the sermon must have been about sins committed with the hands or something because they wanted everyone to get up, form a line, and have this anointing oil placed on their hands. well naturally my mother jumped right in line and dragged me along with her (my father used to run the sound system at the church or he'd have been there as well), but when it came my turn i didn't want anything to do with the oil. i shoved my hands in my pockets, and kept them there despite several requests (and hissing demands from my mother) to take them out. finally the minister shook his head and touched the outside of my pockets, so he got his frickin oil on my hands whether i wanted it or not... dick. it must have been REAL embarrassing for my parents, because they were both incredibly angry at me and when i got home, i got the worst spanking of my life. my father had me by the arm and was chasing me around in a circle with the board he used for the job... it must have looked like some sort of strange, violent square dance. no offense to anyone but DAMN christians are dicks...
( , Sat 30 Jul 2005, 0:22, Reply)
i grew up in a christian home... and as you may know christians love their "anointing oil." if youre not familiar with this, if they feel someone needs a lot of help and only god can provide it, they put a little drop of oil on your forehead and commence to the prayer session. i never cared one way or the other about this... tradition... but one day when i was about ten, we had a visiting minister at my parents' church, and i guess the sermon must have been about sins committed with the hands or something because they wanted everyone to get up, form a line, and have this anointing oil placed on their hands. well naturally my mother jumped right in line and dragged me along with her (my father used to run the sound system at the church or he'd have been there as well), but when it came my turn i didn't want anything to do with the oil. i shoved my hands in my pockets, and kept them there despite several requests (and hissing demands from my mother) to take them out. finally the minister shook his head and touched the outside of my pockets, so he got his frickin oil on my hands whether i wanted it or not... dick. it must have been REAL embarrassing for my parents, because they were both incredibly angry at me and when i got home, i got the worst spanking of my life. my father had me by the arm and was chasing me around in a circle with the board he used for the job... it must have looked like some sort of strange, violent square dance. no offense to anyone but DAMN christians are dicks...
( , Sat 30 Jul 2005, 0:22, Reply)
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