Shortly after my baptism, I joined the youth group. It definitely wasn't as fun as the Catholic youth group, but a lot of my weird friends were there, and Keri. My friend Jim went to church there with us. He was scary looking and wore a leather jacket and liked old fast cars. He was really close to me. And there was Travis, who sort of looked like Grover from Sesame street, and he had blond hair that quite resembled a haystack that was placed awkwardly on his head. Eric and Nick also went there. Eric was tall and skinny and Nick was my first "real" boyfriend. He was skinny and had red hair. I painted one of my first paintings for him. "The Four Horsemen". Biblical and also a Metallica song, what more could you want than Jesus and heavy metal?
We usually sat in the back of church and wrote notes and talked. I didnt really feel God there much. But it was nice.
One day, we were sitting in the parking lot and a man came and yelled at us and said we looked weird. Which we probably did. But it brought back those feelings of the Catholic church and judgmental people and again I wondered, does God really care what you wear? I didnt stay in the non denominational church for long. I left right after that. After all, church was full of judgmental people that didnt care if you were hurting, or scared...they just cared about what you wore and saying the prayers right.
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