Blog/Post 003: My thoughts on Sundays, Murder, Walmart, The SS, Hand Signals, trafficking, Nazi germany, sex, money, beards.
Sundays Sunday. The word and the day itself used to mean something different to me than it does now. It still means something, but when I was growing up, Sunday was a day to see my friends at the church I attended. I looked forward to seeing them and engaging in some sort of activity. When I was very young, I would often spend the day at a friend's house or have 1-2 friends over to my house in the woods. We’d do kid stuff and then return to church in the evening with our parents for the evening service. During the evening service, our youth group would get in some good games of Ultimate Frisbee, among other physically active games like volleyball, dodgeball, and basketball. Ultimate Frisbee and volleyball were our usual go-tos. Sunday afternoons were usually quiet, with parents napping or close to it. It's been years since I’ve felt my eyelids grow heavy while on a couch or in a recliner, with the TV lulling me to sleep. I don't have a TV in my apartment now, ...