Random misgivings from a disillusioned individual

[dramradhel]

Paper and ink have come a long way since the Egyptians thousands of years ago. Started off with water mixed with plant oil written with feathers and reeds, on a piece of papyrus (as it was called)... Now, we have digitally encoded bits of information that are displayed on my screen with a cathode ray tube (or for those flatscreen/laptop users,

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[sienna_blaze]

I made my own religion. I am a Gabbyist. As I said in Taryn's latest, I believe that religion/spirituality/god/life is moot unless you are a decent and respectful person. Because if you're so into your religion, and outwardly you are a hate-mongering racist assgoblin... what does that say about your faith? That your god likes hate-mongering racist assgoblins, and encourages his followers to be the best hate-mongering racist assgoblins that they can be?

I abandoned Catholicism because it doesn't suit me. I don't believe that GOD HATES YOU UNLESS YOU FOLLOW HIS EVERY RULE AND IF YOU DON'T IT'S BECAUSE YOU SUCK ASS AND YOU ARE GUILTY OF SINNING AND YOU WERE BORN INTO SHAME AND BLAH BLAH BLAH. Sitting in church at home with my family makes me want to vomit. I don't go to church now because I get nothing out of it. I don't understand the people (ie: my mother) who are complete assholes all week long, but think that an hour (or 45 minutes, as my priest at home is rather quick) in church once a week makes them a-ok in God's Big Book Of People That Are Getting Into Heaven Because They Go To Church Every Sunday. What's the point of GOING, if you don't PRACTICE being a good person? Sitting in church makes me a Catholic just as much as standing in a garage makes me a car.

I think that there is a greater force at work in the universe, but that people aren't meant to know what it is. It may or may not be Jesus or Buddah or Allah or a moldy can of ravioli with wings and googly eyes glued on the label, but regardless, something's out there. In the meantime, while we meander across the plane of being that we call life, all we can really do is be decent, respectful people. That doesn't mean being a doormat, or never making jokes about ugly girls in the dining hall, because we all do it. No one is perfect. I bet Sister Teresa laughed at at least ONE vulgar joke in her life, even if she didn't admit it. If deep down in your soul, in places that are dark and smelly, you are truly a good person at heart... then yay for you. You get a great blowjob now, kids that don't hate you in the future, and a cookie in the afterlife. And really, who needs more than that? I don't, at least. :)