Parties and Worldliness

Good evening!

...Yeah, this is a lot later than I thought it would be. My friend came over and spent the night, and I expected her to leave this afternoon. Which she did. However, not without first inviting me to a Christmas party with her youth group. I wasn't really sure if I wanted to go, but go I did, and I guess I don't really regret it.

But there is something that bothers me.

During the course of the evening, we played a game. And it was fun, if a bit difficult. But one of the people playing the game turned it into something rather inappropriate. I didn't like it, but thankfully the subject was changed quickly. I didn't think about it anymore.

But my friend apparently did, because as we were leaving, she apologized to me for its inappropriateness. And she expressed her disappointment in that part of the evening to her mom, who came to pick us up and drop me off home on their way to their own home. And when I talked to her later on the phone, she apologized again for that part.

And it's got me thinking. I am glad I never saw the thing they were all talking about. And the person who was put in the uncomfortable situation of politely rewording the thing that had been written did handle it rather well.

However.

Have I become so desensitized? I know for a fact that a few years ago, I would have been more troubled by less.

Thinking back, I realize that in my senior year of high school, I was given a teacher who... Hm, how should I put it? Maybe he stopped pretending my class didn't know anything about the world. Or maybe he decided it was time someone stopped shielding us. Or maybe he thought we already knew everything he was saying. I don't know, but the things he talked about shocked me, even though he was speaking against those things.

And now, in college, I'm actually running into people who think that those things that shocked me are actually okay. I've heard more cussing these last few months than I have in my entire life. I've met at least one girl who is in a romantic relationship with another girl.

These things aren't right, not in the least. But are they slowly desensitizing me? Dear Lord, help me; I don't want to get used to these things. I want to always be that naïve little girl who, although she knew the world was bad, had no idea how to so much as scratch the surface of such morals - or lack thereof. I want to always be horrified at the idea that there might actually be someone out there somewhere who thinks bad things are okay.

Well, this is a much longer post than usual. Maybe it's a result of posting at the end of the day rather than the beginning. Maybe it's an apology that I couldn't post earlier. Maybe I'm just venting. Whatever the case, thank you for your patience, dear readers. Now I just have to think of a way to summarize all this into some semblance of a title.