So I know the only person that reads my blog already knows this, but just for historical accuracy I have to tell you that a little over a week ago, my boyfriend of fours years dumped me. There, I'm glad we got that out of the way. So that said, I've obviously been doing some soul searching lately, and I had an interesting realization this morning. There's back story here.
When I was 14, they redivided the wards, and I was sent to Denton 2nd ward. In my Sunday school class, there were 4 people. One was Mike, who was my best friend for many years. As of now, he is 36, spent some time inactive from the church but is back now, and is unmarried with no prospects. Next we have Becky (who also happens to be my son's aunt). She is 35, spent some time inactive but now is back, and is unmarried with no prospects. Next I'll list myself, I am...you guessed it; 35, spent some time inactive but now am back, and am unmarried with no prospects. Lastly, we have other Mike. He hated us and we hated him and we all sat as far away from him as possible and argued with him at every turn. He served a mission, got married and has kids.
I'm really not sure what to make of this. Mike, Becky and I were the bane of Sunday school. We regularly went through 3 teachers a year and would walk out en masse if the teacher was not someone we liked. Other Mike's mom got called once, and boy did that fly like a lead duck. Finally, Brother Porter got called, and he knew just how to deal with us. We were sick of the pat lessons that we got every year and wanted answers to deep theological questions that people always blew off, so the first Sunday when Brother Porter pulled out the manual, we raised a ruckus and told him how we felt about the manual. He asked us what we wanted to know, so we fired questions at him while he made a list. Every Sunday after that, he would answer one of our questions and incorporate the lesson from the manual, or vice versa. He was excellent, and we spent far less time at Whataburger during Sunday School as a result.
My question is, what's the link? Are we all like we are because of when we were born? Did we just happen to be people who were a lot alike that ended up together? Or did we mold each other into what we are now? We've each gone different ways in life, and we're not still friends, although I could reach either Mike or Becky if I wanted to. Just something I was thinking about, so there you go.
