Christmas Eve. The day before that on which members of the Christian faith believe their Savior was born. My parents are members of that faith. I am Agnostic.
They took me to Church this evening, for the first time since I left for college in August. I feel sort of resentful, even though I know their intent was good. I went along, and I'm somewhat ashamed of that, even though I know doing anything else would have ripped the family apart. I value my individuality above everything I own, and it hurts like no tomorrow to have it ignored, especially regarding something as personal as religion.
I feel ashamed of myself for giving in and going to church, never mind singing the hymns, far more than I do of my parents. They were doing their duty, in a sense. I should have resisted. I'm eighteen years old. I shouldn't be giving in on these things.