Though I encourage others who are new to Hinduism and uncertain to attend temple, I myself am having doubts about it (again). This has happened in the past. I've gotten over it, so maybe this is just a phase like the seasons or phases of the moon.
When I walk in, or leave, I get a feeling of "I don't belong here". I've actually parked, turned the truck off, turned it back on and pulled out. I've even gotten to the door, turned around, gotten in the truck and pulled out. Sadly, I felt it was the right thing to do at the time. I admit it may be my social anxiety. Temple is the only place I break out into a sweat, which I find quite embarrassing. It feeds on itself... I begin to perspire, I wipe myself down, I worry about it, I perspire even more, wipe, repeat. I'm exploring remedies for it, but I'm not hopeful. My social anxiety and self-consciousness is making me more aware of looks and stares, especially from children but I get them from a variety of ages. Some seem to be out of curiosity, because then I make eye contact and smiles and a slight head nod ensues. Some looks I think are downright disapproval or at least questioning.
There are regular devotees I do not feel this discomfort with, or from the priests from whom I get smiles and greetings. Sometimes a person's curiosity will get the better of them and strike up a conversation. Booyah! I've made a friend. I understand it's God's house, and no one is (or should be) there for anyone else but him/her, but human nature being what it is...
Sometimes I think I should just hang back and be a spectator, a "regular visitor" rather than participating as I do. If I know a chant, I will chant it. After a long time and much practice, I can chant the full Mantra Pushpam. The next one I really want to learn is the Sri Suktam. Sometimes the full version of Mantra Pushpam is chanted by the priests, sometimes an abbreviated version. White boy can sing om jai jagadisha hare at aarti (in tune no less! ). I can't help thinking people think it's just grandstanding and not sincere.
My husband tells me I'm being silly (actually I think it's one of the few times he called me stupid), and that it is my imagination. I hope he's right, because I do like going to temple. It's funny that I feel kind of better having written this, but I can't shake the overall feeling of being out of place.
When I walk in, or leave, I get a feeling of "I don't belong here". I've actually parked, turned the truck off, turned it back on and pulled out. I've even gotten to the door, turned around, gotten in the truck and pulled out. Sadly, I felt it was the right thing to do at the time. I admit it may be my social anxiety. Temple is the only place I break out into a sweat, which I find quite embarrassing. It feeds on itself... I begin to perspire, I wipe myself down, I worry about it, I perspire even more, wipe, repeat. I'm exploring remedies for it, but I'm not hopeful. My social anxiety and self-consciousness is making me more aware of looks and stares, especially from children but I get them from a variety of ages. Some seem to be out of curiosity, because then I make eye contact and smiles and a slight head nod ensues. Some looks I think are downright disapproval or at least questioning.
There are regular devotees I do not feel this discomfort with, or from the priests from whom I get smiles and greetings. Sometimes a person's curiosity will get the better of them and strike up a conversation. Booyah! I've made a friend. I understand it's God's house, and no one is (or should be) there for anyone else but him/her, but human nature being what it is...
Sometimes I think I should just hang back and be a spectator, a "regular visitor" rather than participating as I do. If I know a chant, I will chant it. After a long time and much practice, I can chant the full Mantra Pushpam. The next one I really want to learn is the Sri Suktam. Sometimes the full version of Mantra Pushpam is chanted by the priests, sometimes an abbreviated version. White boy can sing om jai jagadisha hare at aarti (in tune no less! ). I can't help thinking people think it's just grandstanding and not sincere.
My husband tells me I'm being silly (actually I think it's one of the few times he called me stupid), and that it is my imagination. I hope he's right, because I do like going to temple. It's funny that I feel kind of better having written this, but I can't shake the overall feeling of being out of place.