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This one comes from Imokru…
Hi. I have a question about chapter 2. YOu were talking about loving freaks and stuff like that as if it wasn't in the Bible. Like the only way you could follow the Bible was to get all legalistic and have all this religiousity. (Maybe I just interpreted that wrong, and If I did don't bother reading the rest of this, but anyways...) You know, Jesus yelled at the pharisees for stuff like that. Jesus said to love each other. And Jesus hung out with tax-collectors and prostitutes, people who were definetly the 'freaks' of His day.
P.K, huh? That has to be tough. When I was younger my best friend was a P.K. It was hard on her. Anyways, Bye :)
oopsie, someone caught me. I see where I may have slipped up. I didn't mean to give that impression. I know how Jesus hung out with the "freaks". It's what allowed me to talk to the people I talk to. My mother was always on my case about who I hung out with and stuff. When I first started high school, I tried everything I could to be part of the "cool people". I wanted nothing but to be popular. Maybe I should explain a bit about myself…
I'm about 5-8 and I weigh about a good 150 pounds. I got a little chunky in middle school and it stuck. I was never happy with myself and so that's why I tried so hard to get people to like me. the first day of school my freshman year, in my second block Physical Science class, I went straight to the back of the classroom and put my books on the table that only I occupied. The boy sitting in front of me turned around and just grinned. I was terrified. He was tall, deathly skinny, dark skinned, and he had long stringy black hair. I noticed he had a Slayer shirt on, and Slayer written all over his backpack in white out, along with other things like anarchy signs and acid signs. And he was grinning wildly at me. I had never been more scared in my life. He started talking to me, and he was extremely polite. I was only mean o him in return. I just wanted him to stop talking to me. the agonizing hour and a half passed and the bell rang to go to my next class. When I got to the door, I saw a familiar face greet me there. It was him. His name was James*. And can you just guess which seat I was left with? The one in the back, right next to him. Well a few weeks passed, and I didn't mind him so much. I learned quickly about drugs and stuff. (I never tried them, but the only people I seemed to attract to me were addicts.) my fourth and last block class was just as boring as the rest. I never talked because there wasn't anyone I knew well enough. Ironic, though, is the fact that it was a speech class. There were two girls that always stuck out. One was a girl that always wore dark clothes and makeup, and another that dressed in baggy, sloppy clothes. The one in the dark clothes was Amber*, and the one in the baggy clothes was Kristi*. Kristi was also James' girlfriend. One day, we had a group project, and I actually talked to Amber, who was in my group. We had a lot of interests in common. I liked cartoons, specifically anime, video games, fantasy books and scary movies. We hit it off pretty good, and she became one of my best friends of all time. She taught me everything that made me who I am today. She taught me how to be confident and love myself, and that I never EVER had to impress anyone. I loved her more than anyone, and we always cried together when we were upset. I never forced my opinions of God on her, and she never forced her opinions of Atheism on me. that never mattered.
I would see Kristi walking around sometimes, in fresher, nicer clothes. I heard that she had been saved. I was happy for her. The next semester came along, and I didn't see the James kid around much. I learned from a friend of my mother's that he had been in an accident with his girlfriend, who HAD been saved. Kristi died, and James was in bad condition. He turned out okay, though. I had worried myself sick over him. He was my friend, no matter how badly I treated him he was always nice to me. (though I wasn't always mean to him. Just until I 'found myself') also ironically, my sophomore year, I dated James. We were together for 2 months. I always made it clear that I did not want him doing drugs while he was with me, and he didn't. the only reason it ended was because I was afraid that things would go too far and I wouldn't be able to stop it. I didn't want to love someone like that, because he also drank, and my real dad was an alcoholic, and I couldn't take it from another person that I loved. I know had I only asked, he would have stopped, but it's not my place to change who he is. If he quits, it shouldn't be just because I told him to. It should be because he wants to. Sometimes I wish I had just asked him to…
AH now that I have gotten WAY off the subject, I'll fling myself back into the topic now. The thing that I learned is, "freaks" are some of the best friends to have. Everyone has a reason to be atheist. Nobody just IS. But the "freaks" are usually people with trust issues, and that always makes for a good friend. I hope that explains at least a little something…
it's not really bad being a P.K. My stepdad is pretty much wrapped around my mom's finger, and my mom knows me well enough to know that I can make my own decisions, and that I never listen to people when they tell me what to do. Believe me she knows that lol. What's annoying, though, is that she knows exactly what buttons she can push and get away with it, but most things she leaves alone because she knows that when I'm mad, I can prove her wrong. Lol its funny really…
* I changed the names because… uhhh… because I'm sure these people don't want everyone knowing their life. I'm just weird…
This one comes from Imokru…
Hi. I have a question about chapter 2. YOu were talking about loving freaks and stuff like that as if it wasn't in the Bible. Like the only way you could follow the Bible was to get all legalistic and have all this religiousity. (Maybe I just interpreted that wrong, and If I did don't bother reading the rest of this, but anyways...) You know, Jesus yelled at the pharisees for stuff like that. Jesus said to love each other. And Jesus hung out with tax-collectors and prostitutes, people who were definetly the 'freaks' of His day.
P.K, huh? That has to be tough. When I was younger my best friend was a P.K. It was hard on her. Anyways, Bye :)
oopsie, someone caught me. I see where I may have slipped up. I didn't mean to give that impression. I know how Jesus hung out with the "freaks". It's what allowed me to talk to the people I talk to. My mother was always on my case about who I hung out with and stuff. When I first started high school, I tried everything I could to be part of the "cool people". I wanted nothing but to be popular. Maybe I should explain a bit about myself…
I'm about 5-8 and I weigh about a good 150 pounds. I got a little chunky in middle school and it stuck. I was never happy with myself and so that's why I tried so hard to get people to like me. the first day of school my freshman year, in my second block Physical Science class, I went straight to the back of the classroom and put my books on the table that only I occupied. The boy sitting in front of me turned around and just grinned. I was terrified. He was tall, deathly skinny, dark skinned, and he had long stringy black hair. I noticed he had a Slayer shirt on, and Slayer written all over his backpack in white out, along with other things like anarchy signs and acid signs. And he was grinning wildly at me. I had never been more scared in my life. He started talking to me, and he was extremely polite. I was only mean o him in return. I just wanted him to stop talking to me. the agonizing hour and a half passed and the bell rang to go to my next class. When I got to the door, I saw a familiar face greet me there. It was him. His name was James*. And can you just guess which seat I was left with? The one in the back, right next to him. Well a few weeks passed, and I didn't mind him so much. I learned quickly about drugs and stuff. (I never tried them, but the only people I seemed to attract to me were addicts.) my fourth and last block class was just as boring as the rest. I never talked because there wasn't anyone I knew well enough. Ironic, though, is the fact that it was a speech class. There were two girls that always stuck out. One was a girl that always wore dark clothes and makeup, and another that dressed in baggy, sloppy clothes. The one in the dark clothes was Amber*, and the one in the baggy clothes was Kristi*. Kristi was also James' girlfriend. One day, we had a group project, and I actually talked to Amber, who was in my group. We had a lot of interests in common. I liked cartoons, specifically anime, video games, fantasy books and scary movies. We hit it off pretty good, and she became one of my best friends of all time. She taught me everything that made me who I am today. She taught me how to be confident and love myself, and that I never EVER had to impress anyone. I loved her more than anyone, and we always cried together when we were upset. I never forced my opinions of God on her, and she never forced her opinions of Atheism on me. that never mattered.
I would see Kristi walking around sometimes, in fresher, nicer clothes. I heard that she had been saved. I was happy for her. The next semester came along, and I didn't see the James kid around much. I learned from a friend of my mother's that he had been in an accident with his girlfriend, who HAD been saved. Kristi died, and James was in bad condition. He turned out okay, though. I had worried myself sick over him. He was my friend, no matter how badly I treated him he was always nice to me. (though I wasn't always mean to him. Just until I 'found myself') also ironically, my sophomore year, I dated James. We were together for 2 months. I always made it clear that I did not want him doing drugs while he was with me, and he didn't. the only reason it ended was because I was afraid that things would go too far and I wouldn't be able to stop it. I didn't want to love someone like that, because he also drank, and my real dad was an alcoholic, and I couldn't take it from another person that I loved. I know had I only asked, he would have stopped, but it's not my place to change who he is. If he quits, it shouldn't be just because I told him to. It should be because he wants to. Sometimes I wish I had just asked him to…
AH now that I have gotten WAY off the subject, I'll fling myself back into the topic now. The thing that I learned is, "freaks" are some of the best friends to have. Everyone has a reason to be atheist. Nobody just IS. But the "freaks" are usually people with trust issues, and that always makes for a good friend. I hope that explains at least a little something…
it's not really bad being a P.K. My stepdad is pretty much wrapped around my mom's finger, and my mom knows me well enough to know that I can make my own decisions, and that I never listen to people when they tell me what to do. Believe me she knows that lol. What's annoying, though, is that she knows exactly what buttons she can push and get away with it, but most things she leaves alone because she knows that when I'm mad, I can prove her wrong. Lol its funny really…
* I changed the names because… uhhh… because I'm sure these people don't want everyone knowing their life. I'm just weird…