The world is cluttered with “be careful what you ask for” stories, so do we really need another one? Yes.
My grandmother passed away last week, so I was called back to Roanoke. At the gravesite, the minister gave a touching tribute. She obviously did not know my grandmother. As she was wrapping up, the minister did something unusual. She asked people to share their feelings.
“There are no wrong feelings at a time like this,” the minister encouraged.
After an awkward silence, someone volunteered, “sadness.”
“Of course, that’s very normal and appropriate,” the minister replied.
“Anger.”
“Yes, that is normal too. We shouldn’t be afraid of our emotions. Everyone mourns differently. And that’s ok.”
“Arousal,” someone called out. A few people coughed. Others snickered, but in a respectful way.
“I think I understand what you mean,” the minister said haltingly. “Our brains our stimulated with all sorts of thoughts. It can be confusing.”
“No, I have an erection.”
“Well, that’s . . . “
“It’s throbbing.”
“Let’s say a prayer, shall we?”
Tengo Leche, Social Anxiety Scholar
Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry 