I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again, I am so mad at the people who call themselves Christians. I can’t even count how many times I have heard myself and my pastor get into a pissing contest or an argument. I can’t count how many times I have said to myself that I’m better than that pastor, or better than him, or better than that person, and that is not a good thing.
The only reason I got to be so mad about it was the fact that they were all just so mad about it. I was in love with that pastor, but I cant remember who or what he was, and I cant remember the names of the other three men that I had sex with. All I know for sure is that he and his wife were a couple. I cant remember the names of the other two.
The only reason I got so mad about it was the fact that I had sex with another guy about six years ago, but I cant remember who he was, and I cant remember the names of the other men that I had sex with. All I know for sure is that he and his wife were a couple.
My father (a pastor) was a loving and attentive dad, and I grew up with a loving and attentive mom. It’s not that I couldn’t remember the names of the other men that I had sex with, it just isn’t possible.
It is possible. It just takes effort. The other guys didn’t even bother to remember what it was I had sex with. And yes, it took effort. But I think that’s the hardest part of being a Christian and having sex: remembering that you have to remember.
It’s very hard and I feel terrible. I’m still a little confused when I see someone telling me about their life. Maybe I’m just not on the right track, but if I’m on the right track, then I’m on the right track.
As it turns out, telling your father is the hardest part. It’s the most awkward and awkward thing I’ve ever done. Its also the most difficult because of the fact that your father doesn’t remember. It’s like you’re asking him to remember something that you know he doesn’t remember.
I think it is that I am always trying to remember something, but Im constantly trying to remember what Im doing with my life.
