Diary Entry #1
When I tell people about the wretched events that occurred within the religious environment I was born and raised in, the looks I get are absolutely priceless. Most of the time, I can predict with uncanny accuracy what people are thinking when they’re listening to my incredible stories. Their eyes and oddly-shaped facial expressions are always a dead giveaway. You know that look… when the eyeballs open wide, the eyebrows pull up towards the top of the forehead, and the mouth opens quickly, desperately holding back the words that thoughts have already released. In that brief moment, which is usually a rather uncomfortable four seconds, it’s clear that their brain is struggling to figure out the appropriate response to the sheer incredulity of the information that I’ve just shared. I’m a sensitive bloke and can feel their thoughts bouncing between their left and right temples, fighting desperately to reject the truth of my troubled tidings. And then I witness their time-honored grimace, ...