So, a break from articles about the diet.
Church matters. Specifically house group.
Once a week I attend house group with other members of church. Yesterday we started looking at Paul’s letter to the Romans.
Yesterday evening Deckname Markus sat next to me, as he did the previous house group session. Deckname Markushas, at the last two sessions, spoken really loudly all the way through the last sessions.
- I had to put my hands my ears whenever he was speaking.
- I whispered in his ear, “Could you speak more quietly please.” (Just once. He then spoke quieter for a sentence, then WENT BACK TO FULL VOLUME a few seconds later.)
- Rather than stop for a cuppa and small talk, in the great tradition of the Sunday newspaper reporters, I “made my excuses and left,” shoes on, heading down the stairs from the 3rd floor and to the nearest taxi for home, solitude and the sound of silence.
Another house group member also “had to dash.” (British euphemism: “I don’t have to dash, but I don’t want to stay here any longer tonight.”)
I asked that person:
Does Deckname Markus work with old people, or is he hard of hearing?
Phew, yes, he was talking really loudly today!
Today I bit the bullet. I sent our man an SMS, as low-key as possible:
Could you talk a bit quieter at house group please? The last two times you were so loud, I had to cover my ears when I was sitting next to you. Danke Dir!
Polite, friendly and zum Punkt.
This afternoon a reply came back. I’ll translate from the German.
I hate SMS. It’s a terrible form of communication.
I phoned Schatz to seek her opinion, as she understands the German Weltanschauung better than I do. She has a good expression. “We must talk about the blue elephant in the room.” I rang Deckname Markus to try placate him and explain there was no malice intended.
He admitted that is one of his weaknesses, but still took umbrage at my texting him.
So, folks, straight question. What should I have done?
Have a low-decibel day, won’t you!