Thursday, October 8, 2009
Maree is a newcomer Outsider Girl. I don’t know where she came from or where her story will go, but I find her to be funny, with an interesting perspective on things, and I expect she’ll be back in later posts.
My little sister, eight, believes God lives in McDonald’s, because she says, there he can get a hot meal anytime he wants.
My four year old brother just told me he only likes white guys, like Batman, and Spiderman, Wolverine and Superman, Steve and Joe from Blue’s Clues. Phineus and Ferb. I’m worried, because his new school will be ninety percent black and hispanic. Hopefully, he’ll meet some new Superheroes there.
My oldest sister, Marla, twenty-two, is a Christian missionary to missionaries. Wrap your head around this -- she helps missionaries get closer to Christ. She had to raise a whole lot of money to get this job, but I didn’t say anything about how backwards that seemed, and didn’t dare get smart and ask how God’s dental plan is.
Everyone thinks Marla’s so great, except me. I think she’s crazy and kind of a bully besides, but then I had to grow up with her lording it over me -- no pun intended (get it? “Lord”, hardeeharhar).
So then there’s me, in the middle. Last night I gave my first blow job, in the bushes behind a party, and Christopher, that was the guy, called me an angel, but he hasn’t called today, or answered any of my texts.
I guess you’d say I’m Godless. But it’s not like I don’t care. It’s not like I’m trying to break my parents’ hearts. I’m looking for God, or something, anything out there that’s not me, but it’s hard, because when I’m mopping the floor, and wiping Markie's boogers, and scraping dried cheese off plastic plates... it seems like there is only me. It seems like I can only be my own angel.