By Julia Kelly (age 17)
What I have to say is not concerning Ricky or Angela. I wrote another article on this site, it still stands as my views on the subject, and I continue to support their families and loved ones in prayer.
I have had an epiphany. I’ve had epiphanies before on a variety of subjects ranging from “What is cool?” to “Does it matter what is cool?” and have, in the past, felt the need to share them with the world. I feel that need now. I figured newspapers wouldn’t be interested and I have no web log of my own to share these things with, but I have this awesome website. So here goes.
I’ve had a rough week. It started off good: I come home from vacation and find a spiffy new website where Family/former Family young people can post their views. That was cool. An article of mine gets posted on this site. That was cool too. I start reading all the entries, they’re all very cool.
Then I start musing the whole incident over in my mind; over and over and over again. I hear what the media is saying, I don’t like it. I hear what some former Family members are saying to the media about the Family, I don’t like that either.
I read some comments from former members that I don’t agree with. I start thinking about these comments a lot. I feel they are wrong, so wrong. I start to get angry at these people. I start to spend a lot of time trying to think of ways to disprove them and humiliate them and expose them. I start to get really worked up.
I start to attack them, sometimes in my mind, sometime verbally. I attack their arguments, their logic, their reasoning. I start to attack their lifestyle and their choices. I start taking personal offense to everything they’re saying, regardless of what it is. I lose sleep over all of this.
I start to get exhausted, I can’t think of much else. My mind is racing with rebuttals, snide remarks, cutting innuendos, and all kinds of things I could say to these people. I start to think they are very evil; I start to think all former members are very evil because of how I feel about a few individuals. I stop doing the normal things I like to do and instead spend the time reading over, musing over, and trying to rebut a few comments I don’t like. I find myself thinking bad things about these people. I find myself becoming bitter. I find myself thinking I have every right to become so. (more…)