After writing in my journal last night, I closed the bedroom door, turned off the light, and intended on going to sleep even though it was only 9:00. About 15 minutes later, Elder Millington came in and said that we shouldn't go to sleep until we had our problem resolved. I really didn't want to, but I let him try anyway. The result? Pretty much the same argument over again, only at a lower volume and in greater detail. It ended with me saying, "I think I should go to sleep now." Nothing had been resolved after 45 minutes of talking. The guy has such a freaking hard head, it's hard to get my point across to him. And he's one of the proudest people I've met. I can't stand people who think they're great and love to show their greatness to others. That's the root to this whole problem: his pride.
LATER
We went out this morning to teach a first discussion to a contact that I was excited about, but we got punted (missionary slang for stood up). We had nothing to do, and our next appointment is at 1:30 later this afternoon. In situations like that, we usually go around and get acquainted with and/or contact people in our 200 house area. But I'm in a pissy mood today, as you might imagine, and I'm feeling a little sick, so we just came home. It's 10:00 am. This won't help Elder Millington's opinion of me, but he can kiss my ass.
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