Another mom came over to talk to us about an end of season celebration after next weeks game. Basically organizing fundraising for trophies and donuts and coffee. It sounded great. This other dad, however, felt it was necessary to tell this mom that he doesn't drink coffee. I'm not entirely sure his motivation for saying that. He seemed a little hesitant about the money. They just had their 7th kid this last weekend, so maybe it was just about the money, but the way he presented it, it made it seem like he didn't want to pay for coffee for everyone else. After he said it, he realized that he probably shouldn't be speaking for me and asked me if I drink coffee. I said I don't because I don't drink it around my family, but I haven't been asked that by another church member so directly before, and it threw me off.
The mom was quickly apologetic and embarrassed. He backtracked a bit and tried to make it out that he just didn't want them to make too much. You know, because they are going to make a very specific amount so none gets wasted. It was all very awkward.
It was an odd conversation that left me thinking about a couple of things:
- I guess I haven't hidden my apostate colors so well in this new ward. I guess it makes sense that he would ask me. They did stop by our house once on a Sunday afternoon and I answered the door in my v-neck, definitely not garment, undershirt. On a broader scale, my bishop asked me where I was with respect to the church, and I told him that I was only there for my wife and for the sense of community. h/t to Oliver's thread about community because feeling like I don't fit doesn't do much to help my sense of community, but at least it's true that I'm there for my wife. This encounter made me question even more how I'm viewed in the ward, making me feel even more alienated.
Why do mormons feel like they need to proclaim that they follow the word of wisdom? Would it really be so hard to just go with the flow, show up next Saturday, and just not drink any coffee?