two worlds, same feeling

Saturday night, I drove into the city to see a few bands play. I admit, that I went a little overboard with my full eye makeup (which I hate trying to wash off), my cutest flip-flops (which I'm sure no one was able to distingush in the dark, smokey hall), and my most bohemian shirt (nice choice for loud teen rock, holly). The band that I was able to stay and listen to was pretty good. My ear started hurting though (I already had an earache before I arrived), and there were a couple of people I didn't get a good vibe from in the dripping heat of the night (the bassist of the first band was really nice though -- gave me a hug when I complemented their performance). I left, because all in all, I felt a little out of place, a little too old (when did that happen?), and a little too uncomfortable with Christians using the "f" word.

This morning, I rolled out of bed though, took some pain meds for my ear, and re-primped for church. A really nice lady I work with invited me to eath lunch with her family and a couple of her daughters friends. I gladly obliged because I'm trying to find any way possible to meet new people and make some connections. Plenty of delightful conversation, and best foot forwardisms later, I find myself sitting at a table full of people that have plenty of background togehter, and start hearing little jabs at unknown to me people -- not to mention the (jokingly, I'm sure) pretty harsh jabs at each other. It too, was a little much, and I was glad to get home after a couple rounds of "Scene It" and half of both Raising Arizona and Meet the Fockers.
When did it get so hard to run into authentic and nice people? The ones that aren't overly obsessed with carrying out an image. The people that like lifting others up, and making them feel comfortable with who God indends them to be?

I know, its just another rant, really. I'm so tremendously blessed with way too much, and truth be known, I have several of this kind of friends -- I just wish they were a little closer.

Ciao