I See Dead People

Disclaimer: This blog will suck. (And if you've never seen The Sixth Sense you just won't get the title. But seriously, you've never seen The Sixth Sense?) I really just want to talk about the latest episode of Walking Dead, but with my ex-boyfriend out of the picture, there's just no one who wants to talk to me about that right now.

So I could talk about the fact that Vienna has booked a trip to Canada in April. That's fun/terrifying. Some of my girlfriends would say I'm afraid of the slightest possibility of actually being in a happy relationship. Perhaps.

Last night was the Memorial, which is the single most important night of the year if you are a JW. Somehow, I had no idea it was happening. Despite their vigorous invitation campaigns and the not so subtle reminders that this is the time of year to reach out to anyone who might possibly be salvaged, I didn't get invited. There wasn't even a tract left under my door. I'm not the only one that they didn't want around. Monique didn't get invited. Or Kyla. Which means the three of us are either completely beyond hope or too dangerous to be allowed into a room with a bunch of potential converts.

I'm not even going to make any kind of correlation to the fact that I somehow decided to watch a show about zombies on the night that they all think about Jesus coming back from the dead. That might offend people.

It's possible though, that this is a very good thing. Maybe, it's not that they don't want us around. Maybe, they just forgot about us. Which would be great because then I don't have to worry about my friend the writer writing up her story about my story, or what would happen if I got 10,000 more page reads on the blog or getting labelled as an apostate and disfellowshipped again. And I can stop having panic attacks about any of those things. Because it wouldn't happen. Because no one cares. That would be best case scenario here.

Hey, I told you this blog would suck and you still decided to read it. :)