State of Residence: Confusion

Girls Camp turned out alright. I cried and wanted to come home a couple of times, but then I just sang louder and smiled more and it was all good. Not a lot of people in my ward, but I met lots of great girls in my stake. I don't want to spend time writing about it.

People are bothered by things. They have reason to be. Heck, I'm even bothered by it. But what happens when my own parents were in the same situation as them and I supported the decision, or when I took part in the same questionable behavior as someone else at an even younger age? I feel like it could be justified by freedom of speech or the fact that I have changed, but I really just feel like a hypocrite. Why do I feel I have to agree with everyone on these issues? Do I even agree of my own accord?

I got to see some of my church friends from Texas at a wedding reception tonight. It was lovely and awkward, the usual at such events, and then one girl just had to ask if there was a boy in my life. I laughed and said no, partially because my mother was five feet away and mostly because in reality, there is no boy.

I'd like to pretend I have something to hide behind flushed cheeks and knowing eyes, that tales of wrinkled notes and first kisses and magical car rides to mundane destinations were creeping up my neck and being exhaled with the lightest of breaths.

But no. I have a troubled nonexistent love life. I'd like to say that getting back to school to learn Latin and study psychology and play euphonium will take my mind off of him them nobody.