• I'm sick of this whole situation. My youth group has split into two separate groups - the kids from one highschool, Ridgeview, and the rest of us. Now the rest of us were here first, and have gotten to be really close over the years. I call us the Core, because we're the people who attend every week. We don't miss a week unless we're literally too sick to move. We're around each other about three times a week, generally, because we love each other and care about each other. These kids came in and basically refused our offer to keep it a big youth group, and started their own, in a manner of speaking. The Ridgeview kids dominate the place now, but half of them are of the nameless, faceless variety. They're here one week, and we try to talk to them while they ignore us, then they're gone the next and we'll never see them again. I'm sick of the situation, certainly, but more than anything, I'm sick of being told that my opinion has no weight. Which is basically what's been happening. I've been here three and a half frickin' years, Chris. People ask me what I think about the Ridgeview-rest-of-us problem, but when I tell them, all they can do is tell me that there's another side of the story. Do you think I'm an idiot? You don't think I know that there's another side of the story? And on top of that, they act like I'm absolutely, completely biased. I see their point. I understand that they feel a certain way, and I sympathize. What they say to us is not based in a truth that I can understand, but it's not like I'm saying all this crap just to get back at them. I say something, and immediately everyone's on top of me trying to tell me that I'm just angry, or that I'm too biased to have a say. Can you idiots possibly understand that it's possible to speak truth in a situation, even if it's from a biased person? Don't discount what I'm saying because I have stake in one of the sides. We have tried *so* *frickin'* *hard.* We didn't even care whose group it was, we didn't care about ownership. If the Ridgeview kids didn't mind us hanging out with them, we'd do it. But they do. Don't lie, Leah. You may not be as much at fault, but your kids don't like it when we try to come sit with you. You ignore us if we're not speaking when we're in your group, and you look at us like we're dirt when we do speak. What do you want us to do? Here's the big difference: we invite them, we ask them, we welcome them. They ignore us, and generally act like we don't exist. When they do stuff, we don't hear about it. I have no problem with that, but don't act like we're a clique when, in fact, you're the ones who didn't want us. We're not exclusive like your group is. And Chris, you kept tearing down what we were saying. That's not what mediators do, which is apparently what you were trying to do. I'm ticked at you now, which is a shame. I thought I at least had an unbiased ear, but now all I'm going to hear is that there are two sides of the story, and that I should listen to theirs. I have been. And sure, perspectives are different, but this is absurd. Cindy? What is wrong with you? For the life of me, I can't understand you. All you want is to prove to yourself that I'm angry so that you can start counseling me. Then you come up to me last night with that condescending, "I care about you even though you're angry" look. I managed to keep from getting angry until I got home, thank God. And then Kristen called, and I didn't have time to be angry. "I'm still waiting on that e-mail," you say. You'll be waiting a while. And my mom means well, but I'm sick of this. I'm sick of being told that my perspective doesn't count, or that it's not true, or that maybe this kind of change is good. I don't want you to tell me what everyone else tells me, or tell me that *God* wants the Ridgeview kids to take over? Heaven forbid they take over. Youth group would turn into a social event. You think you can judge all this stuff? That's absurd. You haven't been there, you haven't seen them. You haven't heard them giggling during the sermon or poking each other and hitting each other during worship. That's great, guys. Real classy. I'm not saying that we don't have fun when we shouldn't be sometimes, but you guys take it to another level. I'm supposed to forgive all this now. I'm supposed to forgive Leah, Chris, Cindy, Katie, my mom, Karleigh, Anders, the kids at a youth group I was stuck at that were a vicious clique, and all the kids at Ridgeview. Heaven help me.

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