tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982495311070974364.post3317482879990291642..comments2024-01-08T14:52:51.471-08:00Comments on The Rowdy Stroudy's: They don't know meCarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13896293949728093187noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982495311070974364.post-37961044292645155162011-04-13T12:02:44.048-07:002011-04-13T12:02:44.048-07:00I almost always feel that way. I'm pretty sure...I almost always feel that way. I'm pretty sure my first impression is totally off from who I really am and it takes a good while for people to figure that out.Charlottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16349403417525132723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982495311070974364.post-57115297418614351042011-04-12T09:46:37.623-07:002011-04-12T09:46:37.623-07:00We live in a place with a sad environment. I am a...We live in a place with a sad environment. I am also always feeling this way at church, since I am a convert and still (very much) feel part of my old church. Even though, I don't get happiness (a smile or confirmation) back from others, I still try to give it out.<br />Maybe, you should share your blog address with your ward members and they will come to love you in no time, just as I have!!!Pasion Familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12296793809477344102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982495311070974364.post-83393639140819129182011-04-11T23:58:29.253-07:002011-04-11T23:58:29.253-07:00Come to my ward! I would totally laugh at your ram...Come to my ward! I would totally laugh at your ramblings...in a good way. Because I, myself, am a loud mouth who doesn't ever really finish thoughts up well. I blurt and then blabber. <br />Seriously, come here. There is a house for sale or rent right across the street!Stefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14735618188851876515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982495311070974364.post-70115870374418915312011-04-11T21:45:56.978-07:002011-04-11T21:45:56.978-07:00I don't even know you (haven't looked at y...I don't even know you (haven't looked at your profile or anything). I just happened upon your blog, read this eloquent post and wished that 1) we were in the same ward. <br />2) that I could've heard this comment of yours just to better get a grip on the context and then <br />3) had you over for a grueling game of Settlers of Zarahemla and becoming friends.<br /><br />Honestly, I think all these comments hit the spot. It took me about a year to feel comfortable with my new ward, to really expose myself outside of simple and close-ended conversations. It was discouraging, but eye-opening. It'll be interesting to see what happens whenever I enter a new ward, if this process starts over again or not.Dianahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17022687696390219356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982495311070974364.post-62367980707009743042011-04-11T21:44:45.263-07:002011-04-11T21:44:45.263-07:00Hmmm...it has the same name as the airport.Hmmm...it has the same name as the airport.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982495311070974364.post-10121359689560602552011-04-11T21:15:54.232-07:002011-04-11T21:15:54.232-07:00I TOTALLY knew that! Your voice is one of the most...I TOTALLY knew that! Your voice is one of the most beautiful in the blogging world. your words constantly inspire me. If they only read your blog...you'd be the ward champion. Not that that's what you're going for. It's hard to move isn't it? Good luck in finding your voice my friend.Evelyn @ Hanging by a Silver Lininghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17331576808981094591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982495311070974364.post-8310774645610727332011-04-11T20:26:46.652-07:002011-04-11T20:26:46.652-07:00Oh how you speak the thoughts and feelings of so m...Oh how you speak the thoughts and feelings of so many of us! How many times I have went home beating myself up for something I said or didn't say. Honestly, I feel you hit the nail on the head. They don't know you yet. But then you may not know them yet too! I have had experiences when after being in a ward for a while you get the jist that maybe there is a reason everyone keeps quiet. (Not you at all) Wait and see. Yet, When you were expressing your feelings I was thinking of someone I had misjudged for there comment and the thought came into my head. True, I do not know this person. I know that for me to get past the feeling I had to give it sincere prayer.Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13994336647199571018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982495311070974364.post-90315211418774304442011-04-11T20:24:46.318-07:002011-04-11T20:24:46.318-07:00What ward was that again?What ward was that again?Carriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13896293949728093187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982495311070974364.post-19206522788663198452011-04-11T20:09:00.679-07:002011-04-11T20:09:00.679-07:00No ward can compare with your last ward. ;)No ward can compare with your last ward. ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982495311070974364.post-83845335971894704492011-04-11T20:07:19.141-07:002011-04-11T20:07:19.141-07:00Thanks ladies. I don't really feel un-intelle...Thanks ladies. I don't really feel un-intellectual, it's more just the inability to feel like myself--and say things the way I normally do and feel comfortable with that. I'm really just super silly and quite the talker. Everything I say at church just feels wierd these days. I'm sure it will get better soon;)Carriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13896293949728093187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982495311070974364.post-15869260872704243582011-04-11T18:22:48.265-07:002011-04-11T18:22:48.265-07:00Sorry. Like some others, I don't know you outs...Sorry. Like some others, I don't know you outside of your blog. But that doesn't mean we can't be friends. I'd like to stick up for all of the other uber intellectuals in Seattle...we're actually not all that smart and can be very very friendly. Maybe your new ward is full of people who are also new. And the families who have been there are shy. How about having a party with them? I'm pretty sure they'd love your party favors.Bridgethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17064616370181183885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982495311070974364.post-47504813672141054682011-04-11T17:41:28.233-07:002011-04-11T17:41:28.233-07:00I would guess that part of it is the "you don...I would guess that part of it is the "you don't know me" part and part of it is the "I don't know you part," too.<br /><br />I always feel a bit off kilter in a new ward. I'm more careful what I say because my sense of humor could be misinterpreted by those who aren't familiar with it. And that makes me careful, which makes me feel constrained...and yes, less articulate.<br /><br />It usually takes about two years before I feel entirely comfortable. Having said that, I can understand what Amy is saying in her comment, too. Sometimes it's nice to keep a low profile, and that's hard to do when everyone knows you well.<br /><br />Interesting post. Got me thinking!<br /><br />=)Susan Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16049586085703324088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982495311070974364.post-37501681565094526222011-04-11T10:40:40.173-07:002011-04-11T10:40:40.173-07:00Sounds like you just need to get to know them, so ...Sounds like you just need to get to know them, so they can get to know you. However, Seattle has that kind of feeling to it. Uber intellectuals. I am sure what you said touched someone more than you think.likeschocolatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01733431135937009206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982495311070974364.post-69575491223311565262011-04-11T09:59:09.098-07:002011-04-11T09:59:09.098-07:00I'm sorry you feel this way. I think you'r...I'm sorry you feel this way. I think you're funny and witty and have a great handle on words. But I'm also reading what you write. I don't know if it's the same thing as hearing.<br /><br />Sometimes I prefer it if people don't know me. With the ones that do, I sometimes I feel like the "elephant in the room."<br />Oh, she's the one who lost a baby. <br /><br />Then it's either "don't talk about it, she'll start to cry" or "I want to ask her how she's doing because I care and I want her to know that I care even though I'm going to forget about this in five minutes."<br /><br />Sorry if I sound bitter. <br />Sometimes we need to just get out what we feel. Maybe then we can feel better.<br /><br />And I don't think you're a buffalo. Not one bit. :)Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05857711562597839692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982495311070974364.post-17680150837129531682011-04-11T08:55:13.713-07:002011-04-11T08:55:13.713-07:00Perhaps... it's just that, it's time to be...Perhaps... it's just that, it's time to be silent. To listen and observe others. To get to know them.sariqdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16902376196124508459noreply@blogger.com