So we were all hanging out drinking...uh sodas and smoking ..........uh cigarettes on a ten minute break and then uh..nothing happened never mind it wasn't funny...
"So after murdering 17 children and 3 dogs, we bought some drugs then went out to the field to bury the bodies. Afterwards, we walked across the street... uh... In the crosswalk, of course."
"Then we covered the bodies in quicklime so no one could identify them or recognise our fingerprints because we forgot to wear glo-- I mean, we uhh, went for icecream and yeah, y'know, not killing a house full of people with a harpoon..."
Ugh. As a Christian, let me say that I hate "Christians" in the "civilized" world. And let me say that I'm sorry you have to put up with that from people who say they represent a good man who cared for the people who had been outcast by religion, and he only scorned the people who were arrogant and bigoted in the name of religion. Those "Christians" don't pay much attention to the man Jesus was/is.
Oh, God, muffin, I feel you. Like I still identify with the Catholic faith, so seeing "homosexuality" listed as a mortal sin when I go to confession is hard. Being bi has its advantages in this kind of situation because I usually lowkey have a crush on a guy so I don't have to lie or anything if someone asks me.
And then I go to this Christian youth group that's literally in a church and SO MANY TIMES will one of the adults go on about some famous person who "struggled with same-sex attraction" but then converted to Christianity and "saw the light" and now is in a straight relationship and makes Christian music and I'm just there smiling sweetly along but inside I'm just "bisexuals exist. You don't 'struggle' with same-sex attraction. You can be conflicted about being gay. But it's not like it's drugs. I'm not on drugs because I like my best friend. I don't struggle with having a crush on another girl. The only struggle involved is that she's straight."
This is exactly why I tell my mom the little stories after they dont matter. Like when I broke my nose in fifth grade, I stayed home for two full school weeks after getting the cast because I made her think everyone was gonna bother me about my cast thing. Each day she asked me If I wanted to go to school b/c I must've been driving her crazy, I meekly said: "But my cast... Mom..." And I told her about it about last month when we were sharing stories and the look on her face was priceless.
Me and my siblings do the same thing too to get each other in trouble without actually getting each other in trouble. I had a conversation a few months ago with my sister and my mom about an event that happened a few years ago while my sister and I were the only ones home.
Sister: "Did you ever tell mom where that spot on the counter came from?"
Me: "no. Shut up."
Mom: "What spot?"
Sister: "The one one the counter where Josh lit the house on fire."
Me: "I didn't light the house on fire."
Sister: "That's true, actually. It was technically just a firework that he lit in the kitchen."
And then I go to this Christian youth group that's literally in a church and SO MANY TIMES will one of the adults go on about some famous person who "struggled with same-sex attraction" but then converted to Christianity and "saw the light" and now is in a straight relationship and makes Christian music and I'm just there smiling sweetly along but inside I'm just "bisexuals exist. You don't 'struggle' with same-sex attraction. You can be conflicted about being gay. But it's not like it's drugs. I'm not on drugs because I like my best friend. I don't struggle with having a crush on another girl. The only struggle involved is that she's straight."
Sister: "Did you ever tell mom where that spot on the counter came from?"
Me: "no. Shut up."
Mom: "What spot?"
Sister: "The one one the counter where Josh lit the house on fire."
Me: "I didn't light the house on fire."
Sister: "That's true, actually. It was technically just a firework that he lit in the kitchen."