Easter Sunday phantom?

I went to church yesterday for Easter Sunday. Not that I don't go to church regularly. Okay, I don't. But do attend when I can. Or when I can wake up. Gah, that's not the point. I went to church and I saw many many faces. Not surprising. Most of them are S.O.C. Special Occasion Congregation. Again I'd like to stress I don't mean to offend you if you can relate to what I'm typing. I'm not apologizing if you do though, because if you were offended, then you and I would know that you are a S.O.C and I hope you feel guilty about that. If you don't then... why bother going to church? You suck.


Back to my point. Where was I? Faces, yes. There was this new guy in church. Early 30's...late 20's. I can't really tell. I'm bad at guessing ages. I'm actually bad at guessing, so why do I even bother. I am not being mean.. but he was quite unattractive. If I were required to say what hit my mind the first time I saw him is, The Phantom of the Opera. I'm sure you know the story.


He looked sad. I'm not very sure either. I can't tell if he's smiling. I smiled at him, but I don't think he saw me, or probably he thought I was smiling at someone else. I wanted to talk to him, you know, make him feel more welcomed in the church, but I hadn't the guts too. Language was always a problem for me. Speak English and I can chat with you from dawn till dusk. Speak anything else I probably won't stick around much.


Anyways, later at night, I asked my mom who he was. She didn't know his name but knew a little of his background. You know women. Gossip. You get the idea. I don't think I should state where he's from. I think that information isn't even important in this whole context. He was born with an unpleasant appearance. So much so that his parents didn't want him. My church took him in and raised him.


I told you it sounded like Phantom of the Opera.


But this is true. First of all, SCREW YOU PARENTS WHO DUMP YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD JUST BECAUSE THEY LOOK DIFFERENT!


He went through countless operations just to make him look a little better each time. Okay, I exaggerated. It's countable. Maybe 10 or more. I'm a person who strongly opposes the idea of plastic surgery. Especially for girls and models and other stars you can think of who want to artificially look better. C'mon, who wants plastic as a face? Or silicons as boobs?


I started feeling sorry for the guy. Imagine the life he had to go through. No, seriously. We're living in a society where looks matter.. alot more than it should. People are blindlessly being scammed to think that looks is everything. His social life must be difficult. Again, I am not being mean. It made me learn to appreciate how I look. I grew up thinking I'm ugly (Not that anyone's ever told me that I'm ugly). I won't and still don't consider myself as a pretty girl, but I am thankful for having normal eyes, nose, mouth and other sensory organs.


If he's still around next Sunday, I'm going to talk to him. Maybe we could become friends. Age isn't a factor. I'm not doing it because I feel sorry for him. I'm doing it because I want to. I owe him big time =) Because of him, I learnt to be thankful of who I am and what I look like.