juleswinnfield
Active Member
And I feel absolutely sick to my stomach.
This guy I've known for a while who is a youth pastor and who seemed like an alright guy, who seemed understanding and open to things. Well today he invited a few people over for coffee which is fine and we had normal conversation and such and had a catch up. He later asked me if I would like to go to a buddies ball hockey game. I said sure and went. Than he asked if I would like to go to church with him. I said sure since I've been before and figured he just wanted to chill or someone to hang out with.
Anyways, I've never felt so uncomfortable and pissed off in my life. I constantly felt like he was being arrogant thinking he was better than everyone else since he went to church, and I felt like I was being converted and a fucking science experiment.
On the way home he asked me if anything spoke to me or if anything was poking me in the head. I think he was talking about my conscious. I just said what do you mean by that? He said it meant anything. So I said, I'm happy with my life right now, I'm not calling myself a 'christian' and I'm taking life one step at a time. I don't understand what makes these people think they have the right to know whats good or bad for me. I'm fumin, and I probably just wasted every ones time who read this pointless story haha
This guy I've known for a while who is a youth pastor and who seemed like an alright guy, who seemed understanding and open to things. Well today he invited a few people over for coffee which is fine and we had normal conversation and such and had a catch up. He later asked me if I would like to go to a buddies ball hockey game. I said sure and went. Than he asked if I would like to go to church with him. I said sure since I've been before and figured he just wanted to chill or someone to hang out with.
Anyways, I've never felt so uncomfortable and pissed off in my life. I constantly felt like he was being arrogant thinking he was better than everyone else since he went to church, and I felt like I was being converted and a fucking science experiment.
On the way home he asked me if anything spoke to me or if anything was poking me in the head. I think he was talking about my conscious. I just said what do you mean by that? He said it meant anything. So I said, I'm happy with my life right now, I'm not calling myself a 'christian' and I'm taking life one step at a time. I don't understand what makes these people think they have the right to know whats good or bad for me. I'm fumin, and I probably just wasted every ones time who read this pointless story haha