“Everybody’s doing it. Join usssss.”
But as I sat at this retreat filled with loud songs about Jesus’ love, I realized that I had been pressured into attending this Lame Weekend of Loudness by other teens (the good ones), which was exactly what I was being told not to do.
“I’m soooo excited. It will be so uplifting. Oh my goodness. Want a hug?”
When I returned from this retreat, I accepted that I’m not like them (the good ones) and I’m not like the other ones either (the bad ones). With time, I noticed that most of the so-called bad ones turned out to be some of the more interesting good ones, and a lot of those good ones turned out to be miserable.
So there you go.
Don’t be like any of them, dear.