In this edition, I catch up on four years of lost time with with a deeply religious old friend who just married her high-school sweetheart:

“He is like a deep, deep river of fortitude, calm and wisdom. He’s never failed me. WHICH I realize probably sounds hilarious given your memories of more of a Pauly Bleaker. I’ll never forget how after prom or something you were like - Dorsey, he has a really stupid haircut.”

And then one where I kind of have to high-five Past Me for saying something that, while still bitchy, gives me hope that I wasn’t a total waste of life as a teenager:

All I ever wanted to know was what was what biblically and theologically. I never thought of seminary but I always remember thinking WHERE can I ever learn this stuff? … I think about the King Lear paper I wrote in AP English and how my three pronged thesis included Jesus as a political revolutionary. You edited it and said - not a valid point, what about give unto Caesar what is Caesar’s? I had no idea what you meant and I always wanted to. It’s crazy and awesome at the same time how much faith I had and how absolutely little I knew.

I’m trying to decide whether to tell her I’m just as agnostic as ever, but at least I can agree with the last sentiment.