Making spaghetti bridges leads to suicide?

I don't know if this is a national torture, or if it is just restricted to Houston, but I firmly believe there is a direct correlation between suicides and having to make these satanic spaghetti bridges for physics. I might not ever be able to stomach pasta again after this. I have probably invested...7 hours in this project so far, and we are still not done.

The only thing that made the horrid task more tolerable was working with Hiliary. She truly is a delightful little person. She is just one of those people, that you can't not like. Ever since I've tried to get closer to God, her and Hannah have sort of been my spirtiual advisors. They're not the kind of people who shove God down your throat, or make you feel bad for poor decisions. They're really unbelievably understanding actually.

So while we were taking on the menial task of cutting spaghetti to 4cm pieces...(just imagine for a moment) I started telling her about my current delimma. Which is: I want to be closer to God, and live a more Godly life, but I can't do that while maintaining my current group of friends. I'm sure some of you have felt like this. Maybe not to the same extent as I'm experiencing, but similiar. When I was in D.A.R.E in 5th grade, they talked about peer pressure. Which I feel is a really exxagerated way to say peer influence. My friends have never PRESSURED me into trying something. If anything, I think it's more of the "if your friends jump off a bridge are you going to jump too" expression. But even expression is misleading. It would be more appropraite if it was like

"If your friends got dressed up in super cool bathings suites and threw a huge party, and the main attraction was jumping off a bridge onto a trampoline and bouncing into water, where some of the more reckless friends who tried to hard to look cool by doing wild tricks died, but all your close friends less extreme friends were fine..would you do it?" Hell yeah you would!

You justify other peoples downfalls, or in this senario injuries or possible death (both apply really), by saying, "oh they were reckless and stupid". Meanwhile, you see plenty of friends jumping off the bridge perfectly fine. It's not that your friends are encouraging you to jump off the bridge, but who wants to be standing alone on it, while the rest of your friends are having fun? This all goes back to my current delimma. How do I keep my feet planted on the bridge, while my friends are having a blast jumping off of it. Not only that, but their confused as to why I suddenly decided to stop joining them. As I was explaining all of this to Hiliary, she asked a truely profound question, that I couldn't answer.

"Look, you could be a christian at any time of your life. I mean being a christian now, and being a christian after college, and being a christian when your married is all the same. But why do you think you suddenly felt God reaching out to you now, as opposed to later?"

I don't know the answer yet. But it will definitely something I'm chew over, since I will not be eating spaghetti anytime soon ;)