Sermon Notes from the Closet

UPDATE! Middle school crushes I guess have to die. Before I get into the bulk of this post I want to give an update to the last; because it was SO short (sarcasm) that it needed more information. So I left him alone (this post is going to be confusing if I don't start giving these people names... this 'him' is going to be 'Bamm) we would text on and off, nothing serious. Actually I should say: I text Bamm on and off and he half ass responds. But because I'm manipulative I kept bating Bamm, bringing up subjects I knew he'd want to chime in on or give his two cents. I stroked his ego and appealed to his "Alpha" nature knowing that he'd want to give advice or be heard to know that "he knows best" gag.  The last such text encounter was the lit fuse to maybe end it all (hopefully for good).  There is another pup in the area (let's call him 'Bandit') I've been talking to. Told Bandit that I wanted him to invite me out the next...

From middle school on I had this idea in my head that I was going to date and marry a girl I had known since kindergarten. It was because I liked Spiderman and I had decided I too was going to fall in love with and get my "Mary Jane" at the end of the movie. And now, as I'm writing this I realize that is when my "main character" trauma started. What is main character trauma you ask? Well it's when you are convinced, and I mean CONVINCED that your life is like the Truman show and you are the main character and that everyone cares about you and your life and your story. The trauma part comes in when you realize you're feeling feelings or thinking thoughts that could be scripted in a movie for the main character but aren't necessarily real life thoughts or feelings you're actually having. For example, while I did get to take my Mary Jane to the senior prom, she went off and started her life in a different direction and we never spoke much ...