The Dreaded Questions

You come home from your mission and people are all about asking the questions you don’t have answers to. They ask:

“So how are you!?”

Really… you don’t want to know. I don’t even know myself. Somehow it seems like a lie to say “Fine! Great!” I’m sure if I really did try to explain to someone in words what kind of emotions I go through in a day’s time, they would commit me to the psychiatric ward.

“What are your plans now that your home?”

How the heck am I supposed to know? I came home 6 months early. It wasn’t really in the fore front of my mind. I suppose I have the time now to figure it all out… but I really don’t want to. It’s nice to not have to think ahead. As a missionary all you do is think and plan and think and ponder and plan… This momentary break is nice, don’t ruin it for me.

“So have you found a job yet?”

No… and don’t ask me every single time you see me. It just reminds me that I’m poor.
I did try to make a new resume a few weeks ago… Yeah. I only got as far as finding my old one on the computer, then I quit. Believe me, it was a chore just finding that old file.

“Are you dating anyone?”

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!” ---- my reply.
I don’t laugh because I have anything against dating or courting or engagements or marriage. I laugh because they think that I, Anna, (the quiet, reserved, awkward, anti-social girl) would be dating after only being home for 4 weeks. Let’s just get past the RM awkwardness first.