Lunch

It was good. And weird. And by weird I mean completely offensive other than the fact that it was my dad and he was being as gentle as he possibly could.

1. He thinks going to church would be better (and "cheaper") than seeing a therapist. I won't even go into that because it makes no sense. I love my father to the ends of the universe, but I hate that I have to sit there and listen to his nonsense about god when he knows full well how I feel about it. "You can get things from church you can't get anywhere else." Speak for yourself, my dear father. Not for everyone. He then proceeded to say that Islam and Buddhism are warped, but not Christianity. I'll stop there and let that statement sink in.
2. Supposedly, I drink too much. He knows this because Jill peruses through my facebook and points out things that mean I MUST be drinking or drunk. I decided to look myself. I only went back a month and a half but I only mentioned alcohol once, and it was in reference to a YouTube video. So, um, FAIL. I do admit that I may drink a little often but it's because I'm 23 and that's what my friends do when we hang out. We go out to hang out. I'm not an alcoholic. I don't drink away the pain. I'm glad you worry about me, but don't. If something's going to happen, it will. Because that would have been part of god's plan, anyway. Duh.