Excuse the spamming, but...
Feb. 2nd, 2004 07:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elucreh*throws rock at father* *borrows rocks from seventeen other people and throws them at father*
Just got an e-mail from my home ward's bishop. "I just realised you just had a birthday. I wanted to wish you a happy belated birthday and tell you that I hope you're not having too hard a time, I know it can be lonely, you can always count on your spiritual councilors blahblahblah..."
MY BIRTHDAY IS IN EARLY NOVEMBER.
It's not enough that the man tell my CURRENT bishop and three different academic advisers and force me to go talk to a complete stranger about it (and they're all basically complete strangers, the most I've spoken to any of them is three hey, how are you conversations), he also CLEARLY went to my former bishop and told HIM.
If I want to be depressed I will damn well be depressed. If I tell you I can and will work it out on my own I damn well want you to stand back and let me work it out on my own. I do NOT want you to go to people I barely know, tell them "all about it" when you know nothing about it, and then ask THEM to interfere while claiming you trust me to handle it myself and that you would never dream of interfering.
And NOW I have to write back to him and NOT say: "Tell my father to stop "telling on me" and stick it in his ear. And btw, thanks for lying to an eighteen-year-old to whom you are supposed to be the spiritual advisor," but instead, "Thanks for caring." I'm sure he meant well, but now I'm just mad at him AND my father.
Just got an e-mail from my home ward's bishop. "I just realised you just had a birthday. I wanted to wish you a happy belated birthday and tell you that I hope you're not having too hard a time, I know it can be lonely, you can always count on your spiritual councilors blahblahblah..."
MY BIRTHDAY IS IN EARLY NOVEMBER.
It's not enough that the man tell my CURRENT bishop and three different academic advisers and force me to go talk to a complete stranger about it (and they're all basically complete strangers, the most I've spoken to any of them is three hey, how are you conversations), he also CLEARLY went to my former bishop and told HIM.
If I want to be depressed I will damn well be depressed. If I tell you I can and will work it out on my own I damn well want you to stand back and let me work it out on my own. I do NOT want you to go to people I barely know, tell them "all about it" when you know nothing about it, and then ask THEM to interfere while claiming you trust me to handle it myself and that you would never dream of interfering.
And NOW I have to write back to him and NOT say: "Tell my father to stop "telling on me" and stick it in his ear. And btw, thanks for lying to an eighteen-year-old to whom you are supposed to be the spiritual advisor," but instead, "Thanks for caring." I'm sure he meant well, but now I'm just mad at him AND my father.
