This morning, as I was washing the dishes, I was having a trip down memory lane. I was writing rough drafts of my answers to Verity questions, the paticular one being "What are your views on Courtship?".
I started laughing because I had a flashback to about 4 years ago when Mom and I went to the counseling seminar, and the session was "Guarding your heart" or something like that. The speaker was sharing how their are four levels of friendship, and how we should not proceed past the level of "casual friend" with guys. My mother stood up out of the audience of about 400 and informed the speaker that it was NOT proper for a girl to go anything beyond "acquantance" with a guy.
It was at this point I was shrinking beneath my seat...
Now I can laugh heartily because it is so ironic... just like, on the way back from that seminar, it was Mom, five other girls, and me. One of the girls happened to be a goody-two-shoes-tattle-tale-suck-up who was a real pain in the butt. One of the girls and I got to discussing which guy at our church was most shallow (very deep of us I must admit) and the tattle-tale informed Mom that we were "talking about guys in hushed, secretive tones". For which we were properly chastized.
Side note: this girl was a little on the loopy side, she also protested us talking about David Wilkerson books stating they were "too graphic" and her parents would "ground her for a month" if she ever thought of reading them. Ever heard of the Mandie books? That was her steady diet of reading material. And, this girl almost had a nervous breakdown on the way home blubbering that "no one was her friend, and we all hated her". We all patted her gingerly on the back while making soothing, grunting noises and thinking "The truth hurts sweetie!"
Anyway, this was random, but a rather amusing flashback. I didn't even delve into the things that we got in trouble for at the seminar... or how we made Amy Taylor hate us, or how we got in BIG trouble with Christianna Reed (ATI godliness guru) anyway...
I got a modeling job today, I am so very happy! Horray! Especially because I am currently not working at Chick-Fil-A until further notice. Speaking of which, that company needs to call me about a interview...
Well you know, you shouldn't talk to any young man for more than 10 minutes-you might get preggers!
Ok, back to real life. Are we not glad that we have worked our way through those annoying little differences? Crazy thing is, sometimes I still run into parents who almost think like that. Last week I was working with a 21-year-old who has only been able to set her own bedtime in the last 6 weeks! Probably a good thing, though...everyone knows its only drug dealers and prostitutes who are out after 10:00pm! (Don't ask.)
I never heard about getting in trouble with the Barbie Queen! (Christianna Reed) Do share!