A Curious Girl: Good girls

Hello and Good evening...

I wrote to the fundy site (sorry, I should say 'Dial the Truth Ministries'. I'm not going to give it a link. If you want to visit it, go to a search engine. But it's not worth it unless you're a fundamentalist, or you like laughing at them and won't get too depressed reading some of the aggravating stuff on their site) I said I was annoyed at their behaviour in not replying to my e-mails and quoted a bit of the Bible at them, for extra impact (although I didn't have the reference, which would have been better, but I don't have a King James Bible). They so annoy me. I said that they obviously didn't care about young people, merely passing on their self-righteous dogma. Aah, it feels nice to have a go at someone :-) . Maybe they'll get the message. It is the kind of thing I wish Paul Davis, the unrepentant atheist, was around to deal with. He could have dealt with them. Or even better, Riki, who used to have a go at Paul something chronic. Oh damn, I'm getting nostalgic.

Mum is downstairs writing about appropriate parenting methods to her friends and used as an example of a young parent correctly bringing up a child, herself. Because I turned out so well. Even though I escaped the system and became a fairly enthusiastic Christian and a Baptist instead of a lapsed Catholic, like most of the rest of the family, or a devout Catholic, like all the others. She said, "My daughter, who I brought into the world aged nineteen - Mum, that is, not me - has never been in any trouble." Urgh, a good girl, that's me. It sounds so boring. The most illegal thing I've ever done was to drink cider on the green outside Rochster Cathedral, High Street side, and get more than an ickle bit tipsy. But then again, I've probably done some fairly immoral things that no-one remembers because they didn't involve breaking laws or causing visible damage. When I was four, I bit someone - I remember feeling so guilty. It was just a little girl like me, and in my anger at not being allowed to play with the toy she had, I bit her. If Mum had found out (as often used to haunt my nightmares) she would have been so disappointed. I was a sweet innocent little girl who hadn't been brought up to do those things. Four year olds aren't as cute as they seem.

So there it is - my greatest sin. I think so, anyway. That little girl probably avoided me after that. I've probably done nastier things, and Mum doesn't know about them either.

Ah, the good girl. Miss Well behaved. I was always a silly, fun-loving child, I remember, and I liked mucking around. I remember helping out two quiet girls when I was five, playing around and making them laugh in a silly, five year old way. Now that is a nice memory. I can remember their happy faces just as well as I can remember the face of the girl who had a toy I wanted. I'm not just good, I'm bad as well. Bad but well-behaved. OK, so my antics didn't really amuse my Grandma (for one thing, when I was five, I was obsessed with kisses and hugs, and she didn't particularly like the way I fawned over all the adults I knew. Even though it charmed them. The little girls in GB hug me and Chris and the others excessively now, and I find it adorable. And I still hug people a lot). When I say well behaved, I suppose I mean I didn't run wild, throw tantrums (well not very often, anyway) vandalise things or openly rebell. Maybe my bad characteristics were partly through being passive, and partly through the nasty things I said to friends that teachers never knew nor cared about. That's my trouble. All my bad things have been nasty things, as opposed to frivolous or exciting things. And that's why it sounds so boring. I was going to reintroduce my favourite character that I have created so far with a sidekick, but they're basically good girls as well. It sounds about as exciting as 'Thelma and Louise hold a sleepover'.

Can't decide whether to watch Braithwaites tonight or not. I want to see if Alison will split up with David but I don't want to see Megan and Virginia.

Saw David at break today, he was off to organise his little sister's seventh birthday party. Isn't he adorable? Nicky said if we ever got married (not likely somehow :-) ) we'd be nicknamed the smiley couple. And he is apparently worse than I am. Speaking of which, saw Ms. Jardin walking along with a smile on her face, and Abi, Chris and I discussed the strangeness of smiling alone in public places - do people think we're weird? I have an overactive brain. Always thinking of funny, sad, interesting, bizarre things. This might be why I am terrible at revision. It does not interest me enough. I either think, "yeah, yeah, know this" or "What the hell are all these long words?"

Lissa from Lissa explains it all signed my guestbook. Isn't that nice of her? I signed hers yesterday. Her site is so damn excellent. And thanks to everyone else who signed my guestbook too, you brighten up my day.

Oh and Mariah shares all of her lessons with David. Lucky girl.

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