This is my first post, so I hope I'm not breaking any rules here.
So, I used to attend a Sunday school type of deal at the church my parents took me to. And in my class, there was this really beautiful girl. I had…have, a huge crush on her. I didn’t talk to her for a while, until two years ago. She was very friendly and easy to talk to. So I got less nervous around her. But I was still too afraid to ask her out. The class eventually ended with summer arriving, and we went our separate ways.
The following year, this past one, I was stuck in the class again. Luckily, she was also there. Every day after class, I would stand with her by the door to the outside of the building while she waited for her ride to show up. I just shyly made small talk. I guess over the course of a summer, I lost my nerve.
Somewhere along the lines, I became an atheist. It took me a while, but I opened up to my parents about it. They were both fairly okay with it. (My mother more than my father.) However, I had to ask them if I could continue the classes, even though I don’t believe any of it. My father was furious, but my mother, who I live with most of the time, allowed it.
So I continued nonchalantly attending classes. I admit it got very hard keeping my mouth shut while the teacher spewed inane garbage. But I held my own for most of the year. Until one fateful day, I was not in the best of moods. And the teacher started telling the class how horrible abortion is, even if the victim is raped. I guess I lost control and before I knew it, we were in a heated arguement. Looking back on it, while I was the more reasonable one, that was stupid of me.
Anyway, from that day onward, the girl stopped talking to me. She avoided eye contact. When I stood by and waited for her, she would walk in the woman’s restroom and wouldn’t come out until her parents showed up. After a few days of this, I grew angry. I figured she must be avoiding me because of what I said. And I decided she must really be a stuck up bitch under her kind exterior. After I came to this conclusion, I stopped attending the classes. There was no point anymore. This was a few months ago. Now, as I think harder about it (it’s sad that I’m not over her), I feel convinced I over reacted. And I want to try again. However, we don’t attend the same school, and there are no more Sunday classes for people our age. The only conceivable time would be in church. But even then, she always attended with her family. There isn’t any real “alone time” I guess. I would have no problem returning to church every Sunday if it meant I could at least see her again. But I don’t know if it’d be worth it.
So, I used to attend a Sunday school type of deal at the church my parents took me to. And in my class, there was this really beautiful girl. I had…have, a huge crush on her. I didn’t talk to her for a while, until two years ago. She was very friendly and easy to talk to. So I got less nervous around her. But I was still too afraid to ask her out. The class eventually ended with summer arriving, and we went our separate ways.
The following year, this past one, I was stuck in the class again. Luckily, she was also there. Every day after class, I would stand with her by the door to the outside of the building while she waited for her ride to show up. I just shyly made small talk. I guess over the course of a summer, I lost my nerve.
Somewhere along the lines, I became an atheist. It took me a while, but I opened up to my parents about it. They were both fairly okay with it. (My mother more than my father.) However, I had to ask them if I could continue the classes, even though I don’t believe any of it. My father was furious, but my mother, who I live with most of the time, allowed it.
So I continued nonchalantly attending classes. I admit it got very hard keeping my mouth shut while the teacher spewed inane garbage. But I held my own for most of the year. Until one fateful day, I was not in the best of moods. And the teacher started telling the class how horrible abortion is, even if the victim is raped. I guess I lost control and before I knew it, we were in a heated arguement. Looking back on it, while I was the more reasonable one, that was stupid of me.
Anyway, from that day onward, the girl stopped talking to me. She avoided eye contact. When I stood by and waited for her, she would walk in the woman’s restroom and wouldn’t come out until her parents showed up. After a few days of this, I grew angry. I figured she must be avoiding me because of what I said. And I decided she must really be a stuck up bitch under her kind exterior. After I came to this conclusion, I stopped attending the classes. There was no point anymore. This was a few months ago. Now, as I think harder about it (it’s sad that I’m not over her), I feel convinced I over reacted. And I want to try again. However, we don’t attend the same school, and there are no more Sunday classes for people our age. The only conceivable time would be in church. But even then, she always attended with her family. There isn’t any real “alone time” I guess. I would have no problem returning to church every Sunday if it meant I could at least see her again. But I don’t know if it’d be worth it.