life is full of little hiccups
7:57 PM 1/14/10 · Thursday started out as a sort of weird day. I woke up and skimmed through a guhzillion news tweets, while listening to 106.9FM KCBS which is my morning 3 hours of news everyday. Both of which apprised me a lot of what was going on in the world and mainly with the whole Haiti situation...
...inparticular that the buttmuch evangelical fuckit Pat Robertson had made a public statement that the diaster that struck there was entirely the fault of the people of Haiti. That he felt very badly for what had befallen them but they had it coming for being in league with the Devil.
I still haven't gotten over the initial shock of that. I've never been much of a fan of that man, largely struck me as an idiot from the first day I learned of his existance. This however was a new low and if I hadn't watched The View that day it might never have entered my mind that Pat Robertson could be the Devil.
He that will speak with honeyed words and make with it a pleasant face.
*ahem*
As it happens I wasn't in the best of spirits before all that. I learned via twitter really early Thursday morning, we're talking the AM period before the sun actually rises, that
Malice had been hopitalized and was in grave peril or, at the very least, might lose a limb. Stuck in a hospital, which is what had me so worried because she wasn't in an area well known for electronic communication, I didn't hear anything else regarding her situation until the late afternoon of Thursday. Which came to
Malice still being stuck in the hospital but past the danger points and fully intact.
Pumped with worry from one end to the other of me, coupled with Pat Robertson further making Christianity as a whole look like inbred, intellectually stunted, morons, I had my mp3 player looping God Is God by Juno Reactor all day...
...only to get to the library and find that
Bun·Bun finally clued me into what the problem was. That I had offended her Christian sensabilities by jokingly asking if her friend was God. She further insulted my intelligence by saying I should have known she was Christian (just so everybody knows...I don't much care what anyone's religion is unless they bring it up fairly often) and been aware of just how sensitive on the topic she is. It had never come up between her and I before so, whatever this may say about my brain meter, I had no way of knowing this would be an issue with her. She's never mentioned God or religion in my presence before and if it had come up in her journal since I've been reading it, I must've missed it.
That not being enough she starts cutting down about my obvious separation from God (news to me) and how I treated
Laura so horribly. Clearly my obvious inability to separate sex from love clouded my judgement in some way, to which she was apologetic. While I didn't get back to her on that ridiculous notion at the time, in truth her ignorance on the subject is something that couldn't be helped. Some of you, that I've spoken with face to face or read my other journal are aware of this...
...but
Laura and I weren't having sex.
Yeah, I fell in love with her without having done the 'nasty'. Admittedly virgin, no pun intended, territory for me. Those of you spoken with on the subject are aware of the whys and wherefores in regards to that unusual situation for me.
Bun·Bun can be excused insofar as that one point.
The rest I'm putting full blame on her. She was what I usually refer to as con folk, those I largely only know at and around conventions. We'd never had much of any experience of each other away from one so while we didn't 'know' each other, not meant in the Biblical sense, I thought what we had was a nice enough friendship. Not the first time I mistook general niceness and a friendly demeanor to be more than just being polite.
She always seemed genuinely happy to see me...
...and knowing all this was hanging beneath the surface where I couldn't see it is more than a little distressing, not everybody is as open as me, but now it's out in the open and I can put a treasuretrove of distance between us.
Not the first time this has happened,
J9 being the most significant similar case I recall, probably won't be the last. Sad but true.
I'm not sure what about this whole
Bun·Bun thing bugs me most though. That she judged me by my relationship with
Laura, that she criticized my sexuality, or that she disparaged my faith. None of these are the kinds of thing I can easily dismiss.
8:31 PM 1/14/10 · Anyways,
Stuberyl should be here in another ½ hour or so. Yet another one of my relationships where sex isn't a factor and yet we still have found way to like each other. Go figure.
...inparticular that the buttmuch evangelical fuckit Pat Robertson had made a public statement that the diaster that struck there was entirely the fault of the people of Haiti. That he felt very badly for what had befallen them but they had it coming for being in league with the Devil.
I still haven't gotten over the initial shock of that. I've never been much of a fan of that man, largely struck me as an idiot from the first day I learned of his existance. This however was a new low and if I hadn't watched The View that day it might never have entered my mind that Pat Robertson could be the Devil.
He that will speak with honeyed words and make with it a pleasant face.
*ahem*
As it happens I wasn't in the best of spirits before all that. I learned via twitter really early Thursday morning, we're talking the AM period before the sun actually rises, that
Malice had been hopitalized and was in grave peril or, at the very least, might lose a limb. Stuck in a hospital, which is what had me so worried because she wasn't in an area well known for electronic communication, I didn't hear anything else regarding her situation until the late afternoon of Thursday. Which came to
Malice still being stuck in the hospital but past the danger points and fully intact.
Pumped with worry from one end to the other of me, coupled with Pat Robertson further making Christianity as a whole look like inbred, intellectually stunted, morons, I had my mp3 player looping God Is God by Juno Reactor all day...
...only to get to the library and find that
Bun·Bun finally clued me into what the problem was. That I had offended her Christian sensabilities by jokingly asking if her friend was God. She further insulted my intelligence by saying I should have known she was Christian (just so everybody knows...I don't much care what anyone's religion is unless they bring it up fairly often) and been aware of just how sensitive on the topic she is. It had never come up between her and I before so, whatever this may say about my brain meter, I had no way of knowing this would be an issue with her. She's never mentioned God or religion in my presence before and if it had come up in her journal since I've been reading it, I must've missed it.
That not being enough she starts cutting down about my obvious separation from God (news to me) and how I treated
Laura so horribly. Clearly my obvious inability to separate sex from love clouded my judgement in some way, to which she was apologetic. While I didn't get back to her on that ridiculous notion at the time, in truth her ignorance on the subject is something that couldn't be helped. Some of you, that I've spoken with face to face or read my other journal are aware of this...
...but
Laura and I weren't having sex.
Yeah, I fell in love with her without having done the 'nasty'. Admittedly virgin, no pun intended, territory for me. Those of you spoken with on the subject are aware of the whys and wherefores in regards to that unusual situation for me.
Bun·Bun can be excused insofar as that one point.
The rest I'm putting full blame on her. She was what I usually refer to as con folk, those I largely only know at and around conventions. We'd never had much of any experience of each other away from one so while we didn't 'know' each other, not meant in the Biblical sense, I thought what we had was a nice enough friendship. Not the first time I mistook general niceness and a friendly demeanor to be more than just being polite.
She always seemed genuinely happy to see me...
...and knowing all this was hanging beneath the surface where I couldn't see it is more than a little distressing, not everybody is as open as me, but now it's out in the open and I can put a treasuretrove of distance between us.
Not the first time this has happened,
J9 being the most significant similar case I recall, probably won't be the last. Sad but true.
I'm not sure what about this whole
Bun·Bun thing bugs me most though. That she judged me by my relationship with
Laura, that she criticized my sexuality, or that she disparaged my faith. None of these are the kinds of thing I can easily dismiss.
8:31 PM 1/14/10 · Anyways,
Stuberyl should be here in another ½ hour or so. Yet another one of my relationships where sex isn't a factor and yet we still have found way to like each other. Go figure.