From: Sean.Kelleher@f406.n105.z1.fidonet.org (Sean Kelleher)
Newsgroups: k12.chat.senior
Subject: hi
Date: Tue, 21 Jul 92 22:28:00 PST
Organization: FidoNet node 1:105/406

Bren -

BE>I'm only mildly religious myself. I figure I should believe in SOMETHING. in
BE>ife. It is intersting to see the connection between the smart, intelligent
BE>people up here and the school prayer group. (a PRAYER GROUP! can you believe
BE>it?????) Dawson Creek's churches out number the bars. (but not by much)
        Well, Butte's bars must outnumber the churches five to one
(conservative, very conservative).  A prayer group...that's really quite
sad.  I figure I should believe in something, too...but it's not God.
And even if you do believe in god, why church?  Religion is idiocy.
Will singing hymms every Sunday get you into heaven?  MY idea of a
religious experience is standing at the top of a mountain as the sun
goes down.  Or lying in the grass with a special someone, staring at the
clouds and wondering if there really is such a thing as justice in the
world.  Not getting down on my KNEES and hoping that someone can
telepathically pick up my thoughts and then give me what I want.
Lunacy.
        I've got so many problems with it all that I could never stand
to marry a good Christian girl.  I was head over heels for this one
girl, but then she told me that she did sortof believe in God, and
sometimes prayed to 'im, and that knocked her down a notch with me.  But
right AFTER that, she said she sometimes masturbated while doing it...to
relax and get to sleep (she was really upset because her Grandfather
had cancer...that's why she was praying).
        So, after I scraped my face off the floor, I could go back to
looking at her with something approaching confused awe.


BE> SK>     The thought has crossed my mind...but you have
BE> SK> to try...especially when you're ME, and caring
BE> SK> girls are very few and far between.  At any rate,
BE> SK> my long distance relationship is coming into town
BE> SK> noon tomorrow...THIS ought to be interesting.
BE>I agree. How did it go?
        Well...it was wonderful, and horrible.  We only had two days
together (she was in town for a third, but I was prohibited from seeing
her).  She looked beautiful as ever, and conversation came just as
natural as you please.  After a few hours together, we finally got some
privacy, so I suggested we go for a walk.  She didn't get home till one,
after that, but it was one hell of a good walk.  I learned more about
her than I had in two years, and she learned things about me that I
would never tell another person on the planet.  And we were pretty
comfortable with it.
        The next day was even better.  But after walking and talking
untill one in the morning (and having her meet my best friend) I
realized that she was at her house, I was three or four miles from my
house, and it was COLD out.  So, she borrowed her mom's car and gave me
a ride home.  We stayed parked behind my house untill four in the
morning, and THAT was the most enjoyable night of my life.  She's
perfect for me, but I can't figure out what she see's in me.  It's very
confusing.
        At any rate, she left just after four, and when she got back her
mother was waiting for her.
        So, that's how THAT ended.  She won't likely be grounded the
WHOLE summer, because as soon as her grandmother and aunt found out,
they started tearing down the mom for being so hard (I got off without a
scratch...amazing).  But we didn't even get to say goodbye face to face,
and the soonest I can see her is next summer.  More likely, not untill
after that, when we are BOTH 18 and can get away together.  Right now,
I'm looking for a good college down in her state,
        So (whew) that's how that went.  And that's the super-condensed
version of the two days.

BE>I would like to have been in your school. I'd like to see what a couple year
BE>of karate would do to the dudes suit. I hate people who are rich and flaunt
BE>it. I guess being lower middle class all my life doesnt help.
        No, that doesn't help any.  Going on Welfare (government
support) twice in your life, after each divorce, doesn't help either.
HIS parents own a well to do restaraunt, and he is in private school
back east somewhere.  Oh well, I don't mind.  Money might turn me into
something like him, too.

        Well, a couple things are up with my life, but I'll tell you in
my next reply.

        - Sean

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