As a girl who practically grew up as a Preacher’s Kid, I was intrigued by the idea of this show but it has failed me. No, it’s not because of that little 17 year old thinking she’s grown and wanting to be a porn star and no it’s not because of the teen mom because these things do happen. It’s because of the 16 year old, Kolby, the one with the mother who can’t stop talking about sex. As a disclaimer, I’m only in the middle of the 3rd episode but I think I’ve seen enough. The girl’s older sister told her family that she wasn’t a virgin when she got married and they all burst into tears and started judging her (even though they claim that they weren’t). I don’t see the problem. Yes, she had sex before marriage but she’s currently married to a guy with a beautiful daughter and she serves the Lord with all her heart. As far as I’m concerned, she’s on the right track. Then her mother said this one line, “I’m not going to let Kolby and Micah have sex before marriage because I don’t want her to lose her self worth.” Maybe it’s just me but my self worth is not rooted in the idea that I have to be a virigin when I get married. If I make a bad choice and have sex before marriage, then sorry but I’m still going to believe that I’m fearfully and wonderfully made. The only reason Kolby’s self worth will diminish if she has sex before marriage is because her mother raised her to think that God’s love is conditional. It isn’t.
- Doctor: I found a disassembled quadracycle in your garage.
- Clara: I don't think you did.
- Doctor: ...I invented the quadracycle!
I don’t get how people (like my mother) can believe that mental health problems like depression isn’t a real thing.
- Me: Hey so we're still hanging out later?
- Dude: I can't sorry.
- Me: Oh it's okay, no problem.
- Me: (internally) Now I shaved my legs for no reason you jerk!
Last night I read some of our old conversations because I never found the strength to delete them the way I deleted your pictures and phone number. I thought it would be okay if I read them again because I was over you…or I was supposed to be. My friend’s tell me that maybe I should move on or get over it, obviously there are other people out there. But I don’t know how to get over heartbreak. Do people just “move on”? How am I supposed to do that? Am I supposed to find another guy, exchange bodily fluids and hope that I’ll just forget the way you made me feel? Because it’s not working. I still remember the feeling I got the first time I realized how happy you made me. What were your exact words?
“Please tell me you’re real. You’re my perfect girl.”
Perfect. It’s a harsh word and no one can live up to it but I didn’t feel like I had to. I felt like you thought I was perfect even with all of my flaws and that was all that mattered. I still remember every single conversation. That’s my problem. I remember every single moment of our short-lived romance and I can’t get over it. I don’t understand how someone could make me feel so happy and then just take it away so abruptly.
I have never met a guy who actually made me feel like an important part of his life. I have never met anyone who could get me to smile on my “down days”. And I have most definitely never met a guy who really loved my awkwardness. Then I met you.
I don’t know how to get over those feelings. I know that I just can’t get over those feelings.
We haven’t spoken in nearly 6 months because that was the last thing I asked you to do for me. At the time I couldn’t imagine us as “friends” but I also didn’t imagine how much it would hurt seeing you almost every day and not saying a word.
I don’t know where to go from here. Should I continue trying to move on without the closure I obviously need or should I start a conversation and risk the ultimate rejection of finding out it was all just a lie?
Really all I want to do is to live in the warm summer months of last August and not have to say goodbye.
*Walking down the street to my house*
“It smells like….balloons…”
Silly Me, it can’t smell like balloons.
*I pass about 200 inflated balloons coming out of a nearby club*
Well…I’m not sure what to think.
I might have a superpower
…
I would get the useless power.
Me: “Is Doctor Who back on yet?”
Life: “…no.”
Me: “Okay I’m going back to bed.”
That depressing moment when a hot guy actually wants to be your friend but you’re too awkward to ever have a normal conversation with him.
