highlyeccentric

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I’m reminded of occasions where friends tried to save me, or whatever it was—once I went to some kind of Christian summer camp and when a counselor learned about me she took me aside to talk about letting Jesus into my heart. Another time I was at youth group with a friend and they did the laying on hands and something about speaking in tongues and I had no idea, it made no sense to me. None of it ever felt right, and I didn’t know what to say; I thought I was the weird one. In college a girl I knew took us to her church and all I could think was I didn’t believe God was jealous and vengeful. I got the “I was once lost like you but then found these people” spiel. My very frecently ex boyfriend told me he didn’t want me to go back, he thought it was a cult. Anyway, I’ve never felt able to voice any kind of doubt or alternate view on such things, though over time at least feel more comfortable being other. (Sorry, this turned into a ramble).