Oh, the Joanna spiritual conversations. We used to scream and scream at each other when we were little. She'd say I was going to hell, I'd say there was no such thing as hell, she'd say of course there was, cause her daddy said. Ahhh...good times. My mom's solution was, "How 'bout you two never, ever talk about religion ever again?" It's funny to think that we were 11 when she said that. How many 11-year-olds do you have to tell that to?
I realize now that she doesn't always mean it. Maybe she spends so much time defending her faith to others that she has to always at least seem to have the answers...? That's a theory I have, anyway. Now we have just reached an "agree to disagree" point. We will never ever agree on some things, but we still like to talk about them sometimes. We just know when to stop now! (i.e. Before we start smacking, like when we were 11...:S)
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Re: Ranting... sorta.
on 2005-10-11 12:13 am (UTC)I realize now that she doesn't always mean it. Maybe she spends so much time defending her faith to others that she has to always at least seem to have the answers...? That's a theory I have, anyway. Now we have just reached an "agree to disagree" point. We will never ever agree on some things, but we still like to talk about them sometimes. We just know when to stop now! (i.e. Before we start smacking, like when we were 11...:S)