Last night

Last night I went to a poetry reading with a friend in Houston. I was open-minded about it because it was something I had never done before. Actually, it's something I had always wanted to do just never actually did. So I was happy to be going and the company was good which helps any situation.

We get there and as we enter, we get lost in a thick fog of smoke...which is cool, I guess if you like to smoke and since you are able to smoke here, I won't knock them for it. However, I have bad reactions to smoke...headaches, sometimes stomach aches, and nausea. Everyone was smoking in there...and I mean everyone except myself, Evan, and a little two year old girl running around the place.

They start the reading and things are going alright. I will say that I had hoped for a little more, but that's alright. My only other complaint about the night and the point of this post as well as the last one about rude people is how unbelievably rude everyone was to each other and the language they used. I can take bad language, that's fine. But I can't put up with people using the Lord's name in vain. And I don't particularly enjoy hearing people speak about sexual things like it's casual conversation...I understand if someone wants to express themselves in their poetry but to have a conversation on stage, between readings, to people in the audience is another thing. I mean, I can talk about sex as an intimate act with the person you love and share the bond of marriage with, but to talk about it like it's an everyday thing...and acceptable to do everyday with anyone you please...I don't want to talk about that.

When did it become socially acceptable to have sex with whomever you please? It's morally unacceptable to me, going against everything I believe and everything in the Bible. I was raised differently than most people, I guess. I am so thankful I have such wonderful parents.