Friday, 22 July 2016
This is Me Not Going to World Youth Day
Personally I object to World Youth Day being called "Catholic Woodstock" as it implies that the Woodstock Music Festival was at all something for Catholics to emulate. But I like the idea of the young Catholics of the world going to one place so they can all meet each other and maybe pick up a bit of catechesis on the way. I am sorry nobody asked me to help out in any way, even if just to give friendly warnings that happy selfies at Auschwitz are a very bad idea.
For, lo, World Youth Day (or Week, or Fortnight) is in Poland this year, and although I have never been to WYD before (first because I couldn't afford it and then because I felt too old), I would have gone this year if anyone had asked me to volunteer--and paid for my flight, naturally. As a matter of fact, a hard-nosed editor wrote to ask if I were going, and after I said no, I wrote back to say I would go, happily, if someone paid my expenses. Alas, there was no reply.
So now I am sulking that nobody asked me to volunteer to help out with WYD despite my M.Div., fluency in English, intermediate grasp of Polish, frequent travel to Poland, proximity to Continental Europe, great familiarity with the map of Krakow, helpful disposition, minor fame and general excellence. Maybe it was something I wrote.
Yes, I am in a snit. However, I will cheer myself up by thinking that, if it should be very snowy in Poland in November, I will go on a sleigh ride. And if it isn't, for the next few years every time B.A. asks me what I want to do for my birthday (in January), I will say I want to go to Poland and have a sleigh ride. This will drive him around the bend, but I do not care because I am sulking.