Reflection Paper

I took an hour walk yesterday. The day was luminous; reminiscent of summer. I felt my burgundy leather jacket soak in sweat. Was winter over already, I thought? I kept a paper I 've kept for two weeks (the "Thought Box") when crossing thoughts I wanted to remember. The front side is crammed with words, the back halfway complete.

I introspected plenty. It 's a habit I naturally commit myself too every time I walk. My thoughts ranged from my new friend Alecia to my "hatred" for Maximo (our spoiled brat poodle); who begged for my hamburger two nights ago. As I walked between the hospital and bowling alley, something hit me. I don 't remember how the thought started - wait…yes I did. Somewhat.

I thought of my "religious past". As I child, I was

It insulted me in particular, as they seemed to have looked down on other religions (even Christian-based ones) as second-rate to theirs. I disregarded their concerns, listening to my inner-instinct foremost. I persisted with my Catholic faith. The last year I spent in Texas, I attended summer Bible study. I also continued going to Catholic Church with my mom occasionally. Before that, I bought a small brown Christian book from Goodwill. I forgot the name of it, but it was very aged (it was written during the Vietnam War era - and even discussed much of it). I also read most of "The Book of Genesis" but never read further. Before, I studied (and somehow indulged reading) "The Ten

Yet (obviously), their population was not so significant. I witnessed a similar, "cultish" behaviour. I would sit with popular Mormons at lunch; to ask them of their faith. I also sat with them, as I believed it guaranteed automatic positive attention. They graciously enlightened me of their faith - a girl I liked (named Venus Barney) giving me "The Book of Mormon". They even wrote on it, wishing me a "good luck". For the longest time, I thought this was "how it was going to be".

Yet it was not to be. Partially because my "peers" sat in different tables and partially because of a former arch-nemesis, (the name Alex Reilly pains me as I type). Yet this "self-important" (as important as debris) "person", falsely assumed this would crumble my social life. It did in the short-term, yet he was no longer in the picture after freshman year, and thankfully