Thoughts, Adventures, & Daily Life of a Home-Schooled High-Schooler

Today it is my turn to give my answers and opinion on the questions that I asked everybody else in my survey. Why does being asked our relationship status bother us so much?        Or maybe I should why does it bother me? The answers to the other questions answer this one quite well. Please read on, don't get lost!  Does society base our worth off our relationship status?     I received such an overwhelming response of "absolutely", but I was also very glad to see that many of this type of response was followed up with "but it shouldn't be this way". "Folks, the biggest concern I have about your relationship status, is that of your relationship with Jesus Christ." If you feel happy and fulfilled as a single person, enjoy that stage of life!!! Because (and this is what other people have told me, as I can only view this from the single perspective) if you are not happy single, a physical relationship with another person is not going to be a "fix

I received some very interesting feedback over the last several weeks and I would like to thank each of you for participating in the survey! Since writing and publishing Part 1 , this subject has been pretty heavy on my mind.  Today I'm just going to share some of the question replies. Part 3 is where I guess I'll dive into the wild unknown and try to explain my thoughts with the proper grammar and punctuation.  The question I asked:           Why did it bother you? Was it because the person asking was just being nosy, or was there a deeper reason you would care to share? Just a few of the answers I received: "It felt like being single wasn't good enough" "Mostly because I kind of wanted a relationship but didn't have one" "I was embarrassed" "It made me feel like there was something wrong with me... like they thought me as a person simply as myself just didn't quite 'cut it'." "Too many people were just being no

Part 1 of 2 (possibly 3😉, but making no promises) Its highly possible that the first time will come at an extended family reunion. You’re laughing at your cousins jokes and intrigued by the funny stories told by Grandpa.  “A second helping of grandma‘s peach cobbler would go well with another story” you think to yourself, and, politely excusing yourself you head for the dessert table. Joining the jostling line of other family members, you eye the deserts so tastefully arranged before you. Just as you’re dishing a generous portion of peach cobbler, uncle Thomas drop a bomb that has the potential to ruin the rest of your day. Or week. Or month. Or just as long as the question bothers you.       “So Jackie,” he says, helping himself to a serving of ice cream, “any boyfriend in your life that I should know about? Or is it to the point that daddy has to keep the shotgun hidden behind the front door?” he asks with a mischievous grin on his face.  Startled, you flop only half of the cobbl