The Worst Thing about Missions

The worst thing about missions isn't not being able to see or directly communicate with your best (male) friend for 2 years. The worst thing about missions not being able to see or directly communicate with your best friend for 2 years and then having them come home and realizing that your best friend is gone. That the hilarious, inappropriate guy who just two years ago was pushing your buttons and the envelope right along with you has been replaced by a shell of that same person. A person who can't even talk to you. A person who no longer laughs at your jokes. A person who is shocked when you say the same kind of things that used to have them on the ground laughing. A person who can make you feel more judged in one sentence then you ever did growing up in Utah county. Its hard to imagine lose a friend for two years while they go off and serve for something they feel is important, but you adjust. It's impossible for me me to think that I might never get to talk to that person again. It hurts to see them go, but it kills when they return. Sometimes the worst thing about a mission is the returned missionary.