Plucky’s Pixie Post reminded me of a ‘drive-by’ funkiness that I experienced not too long ago.
A guy, in Christian leadership, that I see about 4 times a year came up to me after one of the events that we both happened to be attending. All of my lifetime interactions with this individual had been at most benign, at best innocuous.
He told me that he needed to talk to me. As we were the last two people in the room, I thought that where we were was as good a spot as any – & couldn’t for the life of me figure out what would prompt this private conversation.
He started the conversation with, “I just want you to know that I have had a problem with you for a long time, & that I’m letting it go. I forgive you.”
Me: “Hmm. Excuse me? What are you talking about?”
Him: “I just wanted to let you know that I forgive you.”
Me: “For what?”
Him: “Ummm… I don’t want to talk about it. I just forgive you, ok?”
Me: “Not ok. You came over to say you ‘forgive me’ & won’t even tell me what I supposedly have done. That’s hippy BS.” (Note: scoey’s filters are down…)
Him: “Well, goodbye.”
Me: “What the heck?”
The whole interchange left me scratching my head:
So – a drive-by. Hits you when you least expect it. No rhyme or reason. Like someone dumping a load of trash on your property, as though to say, “It’s your problem now…”