In 8th grade, we started going to a church in downtown Tulsa. It was a large church with a wealthier congregation than I was used to being around.
When I went to the youth group, I quickly realized I was out of my element. All the kids were wearing Hollister or Abercrombie and I was wearing one of my few nice hand me down shirts. I scanned the room of fifty kids, looking for something, anything familiar. Finally, I saw a kid wearing skate shoes and decided okay, this guy is going to be my friend.
I got up the courage to strike up a conversation and I had what I thought was the perfect opener.
“Hey, do you listen to The Cure?” I asked.
He stared at me, blinked once, and replied.
“I’m not that punk”.
He did not become my friend.
I did not like that youth group.