I cried during My Girl

I am kind of a sensitive guy, I cried during My Girl, not that I really care if the little kid died, I just did, because he did die. I am always feeling bad about things. Like the time that my friend Matthew and I went skiing and he broke his leg. I felt guilty about that, like it was my fault he could not ski for crap. Then there was the time that my mom and I went to Taco Bell in her BRAND NEW mini-van, and we pulled into the drive up window. I decided at the last minute that I wanted to go to the counter and order, so she tried to back up, and drove off the retaining wall that separated it from the old bowling ally across from PHS. I felt so bad, that I ran about 8 blocks to our neighbor’s car shop to get him for my mom, to help get the van off the wall. Was it my fault? I doubt it, but I still felt like it was, I felt like it was my fault that my mom, though being a great pork chop cooker, could not drive to save herself.

I hate the guilt feeling. I hate confrontation. I am a lover of peace, and a hater of anger. Some may say that I have a sweet spirit, call it what you want, I am sensitive. So imagine how distraught I was at reading a comment from Mr Faulconer questioning the length of my last blog. I do not like long blogs. It usually takes 2 or 3 sittings for me to get through them, or I have to print them off and take them to the bathroom, but I can not mention that because everyone gets grossed out. I felt like I had to make the blog long because I could see no way to explain what happened at the Wienerschnizl in a short blog. So I am hurt, and I am demanding a public blog apology from Mr Faulconer, a well know blog lurker!

PS Anyone in Provo is welcome to come to the FHE dinner tonight to welcome Sarah into town. I am thinking Los Hermanos in Provo at 7 PM. Just leave a comment and I will get back to you.