godless Recovery

Part three: Not that god

My doubts surfaced as I began to experience disdain for parts of my recreated personality. Not all, or even most, aspects… but some very major ones. I had transformed, in less than a year, into a compliance oriented rule-follower.

As an adolescent, the church I attended had a significant population of teens. Several of us took to commandeering the balcony for the Sunday morning services. We occupied our colonized space for the purpose of fucking around. Wet willies (licking your finger and unexpectedly sticking it in someone’s ear — not sure if…