Sundays seem to leave me feeling the most depresses for some reason. Growing up and being forced to attend a church I did not like, sort of ruined the day far me, personally. Can’t manage to shake what was literally beaten in to me. Long periods sitting quietly on uncomfortable pews, making my butt ache with the desire to go outside and play. Trees were calling me to climb them, but you are not allowed to get dirty in your Sunday clothes!
Tended to cause problems with the congregation by asking too many question about our faith. Couldn’t understand why females did not generally get listened to or be allowed to join the dart ball team. Was just one of the guys growing up, but physically was a female.
I think like a male, probably due to the fact I was my parent’s first kid and my father wanted a…
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Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 