When I came around the corner, the back row was filled with more elderly people so I was bound to receive nasty looks and hurtful comments. One lady said, “Did she forget was place she was at? Her face had an extremely disgusted look and I could tell I was not welcomed. Right then is when I knew the act I was committing was very deviant. As I was sitting in church, I could very well see people staring at me out of the corner of my eye. It was more of the elderly people giving me rude looks. The children, however, were actually looking and laughing at me as they thought it was hilarious. I heard a younger boy whisper to his mom in the row behind me, “Why do I have to dress up so nice, mommy? Why can’t I come in comfy clothes?” Honestly, I wouldn’t mind attending church in my pajamas, but the looks and remarks is what makes me extremely uncomfortable. Another thing I must add to this story is every Sunday after church, my family and I attend breakfast at a local restaurant in town. After mass was over the day I did my deviant act, needless to say, my grandpa left without saying a word to my family or I, and did not invite us to breakfast with everyone
When I came around the corner, the back row was filled with more elderly people so I was bound to receive nasty looks and hurtful comments. One lady said, “Did she forget was place she was at? Her face had an extremely disgusted look and I could tell I was not welcomed. Right then is when I knew the act I was committing was very deviant. As I was sitting in church, I could very well see people staring at me out of the corner of my eye. It was more of the elderly people giving me rude looks. The children, however, were actually looking and laughing at me as they thought it was hilarious. I heard a younger boy whisper to his mom in the row behind me, “Why do I have to dress up so nice, mommy? Why can’t I come in comfy clothes?” Honestly, I wouldn’t mind attending church in my pajamas, but the looks and remarks is what makes me extremely uncomfortable. Another thing I must add to this story is every Sunday after church, my family and I attend breakfast at a local restaurant in town. After mass was over the day I did my deviant act, needless to say, my grandpa left without saying a word to my family or I, and did not invite us to breakfast with everyone