Mission reunions are the worst.
One of the worst things is the word reunion. It's difficult to spell and for the sake of this blog post, I'll be required to type it many times.
It's conference time which causes quite a large migration into the beehive state from out of staters so they may be able to attend. Given the circumstances, it becomes the ideal time to hold the mission reunion because it provides those from out of Utah the ideal opportunity to see old acquaintances.
It's nice to see people that you share special experiences with, but at the same time many awful things happen. Here's why I don't go:
1) Anyone I want to see from the mission, I see anyway. I don't need a reunion to see these people. This leads to the people at the reunion being the ones I don't want to see.
2) The missionaries that I don't want to see all the sudden want to be friends. I don't want to hold small talk with you. We weren't tight in the mission so there's no need now.
3) Every missionary that you're not tight with comes up to you and has the same conversation.
"Drake! what's happening man?! What are you doing these days? Where are you studying? Are you working? How's the dating life? What?! Not married?! you need to get on with that!"
4) Missionaries only bring their wives or girlfriends to show off. Look how awesome you are! You got married the second you got home! Don't' bring your wife. She didn't serve with us! She doesn't know the sacrifice we had to make! She didn't cry, sweat and bleed with us out in the field.
5) Half the missionaries are married to other missionaries from the mission. This is too common. Especially when its the couple that got married five weeks after the sister got home. Because NO flirting happened at ALL during the mission. It all happened in the five weeks since you've been home.
6) Missionaries are still trying to kiss presidents butt like they're still trying to get promoted to assistant. Unbelievable. This would be why I couldn't be a mission president, because I don't want to care about former missionaries and their recent scripture studies.
I'm listening to A millie by lil wayne as I type this. This track is still fire 10 years later.
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ReplyDeleteI dunno about you, but the only time I cried on my mission was from laughter during the 12 can challenge. Mostly at the part where you turned into a fire hydrant.
ReplyDeleteI maybe also cried when that truck full of chavos totally owned us with a puddle tidal wave as we were biking on Dairy Ashford.
Sweating, there was also plenty of that.
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