its not even funny how religion is taught versus what it actually is. Control. Indoctrination. A literal… trick. Just close enough to real that it… almost coexist.. I dont have a specific denomination i like nor dislike. I am spiritual. I feel god in my heart. Again, this isn’t spiritual - the book as a whole. But in my life - God came in ways people said he never would and A.A. Taught me (and my friend lisa - reminds me - because she also read it and we connected over shared interests in A.A.) im just saying. dominos fall together all over the fucking place. I’m not going to make this about spirituality though it is in hindsight. I’ve looked for connection in every room I’ve ever went into. I never found it. Even in the people that we briefly connected, there was eventually a disconnect that left me alone again. Solitude. Isolation. Studying. And for the better part of my life I actually enjoyed it. I’ve always been a brain on my body - imagination nevertheless kept me happy regardless of company - for the most part i just like the idea of knowing i have someone to call - kinda like u dont want a cigarette until u dont have one . My name is Brooke Graves. I was born Brooke Denae Reed. December 22nd 1996 in DeRidder Louisiana. My parent’s names are Donna and Pat Reed. Patrick for long, if that’s how you say that for long LOL. Anyway, my parents met in Ruston in Louisiana. They were going to Louisiana Tech. My dad is a mechanical engineer and my mom was a real estate agent, and she also worked at my grandpa’s clinic, which my grandpa Hubert Kleinpeter was an OBGYN. I’ve always had a special place in my grandpa’s heart, as the rest of my family. They would say it’s because I brownnose. I’d say it’s because I’m interested. I actually give a shit. How is he? What does he think? But I’d give a shit about what everyone thinks. It’s just my grandpa. He has a certain way of making me feel like he thinks the world of whatever I do no matter what it is because he loves me. And gosh, i love him. I will always be grateful for the warmth i find in the world with my grandparents. For some reason - they see me. & gosh, im grateful. Where the hell would i be without the loving hands of my grandpa showing me how to do things? Every time we do it.. until this day. I think ive learned to bait a hook every time we have gone fishing - every time - im almost 30. Theres something beautiful in that.
