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1. Watched The Howling, a werewolf movie from 1980. Eric gave it to me, and said it was hokie. Maybe the special effects were, but I kind of liked the story. It isn't like suspense movies. It reveals who's the werewolf early, leaving the main mystery about what happens next. I wasn't disappointed.
2. Got a call from Ariel and talked for almost two hours. It was good. It didn't drag like most phone conversations I have with people would. I guess me and Ariel are like that with each other. Plus she's so busy, she doesn't get to talk with me much. So we make up for lost time.
3. Numbered lists look kind of odd with only three items. I should do a numbered list with only one item, just to be strange.
It occurs to me that I owe Jabberwocky a poem. He recited one of his the night we talked with him, John, and Curt. This is an old one that caused Molly to think I was depressed. I wasn't.
The world's a monster
It scratches under my bed
I never can sleep
I should be more worried about not having a job yet. I should have come to Stacy's recital. I just plain forgot.
It's hard to get out and find work when there's little reward for all my effort. All I get is job after job I'm not quite qualified for or don't hear back from at all. There's a couple potentials I'm waiting on. I wish I didn't have to wait. The longer I don't have a job, the longer I have to hear about how I should be working harder to find a job.
And Brad's mom was talking to me about how I should go back and finish college. It's getting to be a touchy subject with me. Sure, if I went back, I could get my loans deferred. But what am I going back for? We've been through this a couple times. Don't try and talk about money. I know too many graduates. I might have been better off with a GED than an Associates. People with GEDs have better jobs than me right now, and no student loans. Some of them have better jobs than you graduates too. You know it. Your parents lied to you. You should have gone to trade school instead. Now, all I can say to you is . . . : Yes, I would like fries with that. Hahaha! I think I've made that joke before.
I'm not worried. I know who my provider is. I do my best and take it as it comes, and somehow it works out. Not pleasantly, never as planned.
I had an interesting conversation with Nick the other night. He asked if I believe in demons. I basically said yes. I explained that it's more that I don't disbelieve in demons. Which means if I see one, I'm not going to work as hard as an atheist would to find a logical explanation. You see, atheism is not a lack of faith. There's an ease that comes with accepting the supernatural. It's socially acceptable and a complacent way to deal with reality. So there's a nobility, a courage to atheism, to actively believing there is no supernatural.
Nick "played the devil's advocate" questioning why I should believe in demons, going into asking if I believe in say leprauchans. No one's ever told me a leprauchan story. But I've heard plenty of demon stories. If I hear someone who honestly believes that what they encountered was a leprauchan, I'm not going to just pass him off as crazy. Truth be told, I think Nick nearly fell into what John was doing when John was "evangelizing" atheism that night I was in Williamsburg. Nick's no atheist. But if I went so far as he was going as to seeing no need to believe in demons, ghosts, etc. because there are sufficient explanations that are more likely, then I would be an atheist. Well, I could redefine God as something beyond supernatural. That is to say, have God without having a deity. Where's the fun in that? Why can't things just not quite be what they seem? Why can't some of those noises be ghosts? Why can't some of those pleasant coincidences be angels? And miraculous testimonies, I've heard a few. Should I investigate and find the logical explanation? Who does that help? And should it matter so much if speaking in tongues is just jibberish? I could swear half the time I think I'm hearing Hebrew. I never learned enough to interpret it, if that's what it was.
And it wouldn't be fair if I didn't mention Jesus. Would that small Jewish sect go so far if somebody didn't really see him resurrect? Maybe. It's easier to think maybe they did.
It's just a lack of disbelief for me. Instead of committing myself like so many do to what I cannot know, I recognize my ignorance and my inability to understand.
So why am I copping out? Because, what does atheism do for me that God doesn't do better? If you believe that a miracle is going to cure you, at the very least, your faith will increase your immunity. It may even have the strength to produce the miracle for God. Yes, we know the mind is powerful enough to give or take life. Look up voodoo death. And is it a coincidence, then, that Jesus frequently said, "Your faith has healed you"?
And why don't I just go ahead and be Christian? Again, committment to what I know I cannot know, and sometimes even have evidence against.
2. Got a call from Ariel and talked for almost two hours. It was good. It didn't drag like most phone conversations I have with people would. I guess me and Ariel are like that with each other. Plus she's so busy, she doesn't get to talk with me much. So we make up for lost time.
3. Numbered lists look kind of odd with only three items. I should do a numbered list with only one item, just to be strange.
It occurs to me that I owe Jabberwocky a poem. He recited one of his the night we talked with him, John, and Curt. This is an old one that caused Molly to think I was depressed. I wasn't.
The world's a monster
It scratches under my bed
I never can sleep
I should be more worried about not having a job yet. I should have come to Stacy's recital. I just plain forgot.
It's hard to get out and find work when there's little reward for all my effort. All I get is job after job I'm not quite qualified for or don't hear back from at all. There's a couple potentials I'm waiting on. I wish I didn't have to wait. The longer I don't have a job, the longer I have to hear about how I should be working harder to find a job.
And Brad's mom was talking to me about how I should go back and finish college. It's getting to be a touchy subject with me. Sure, if I went back, I could get my loans deferred. But what am I going back for? We've been through this a couple times. Don't try and talk about money. I know too many graduates. I might have been better off with a GED than an Associates. People with GEDs have better jobs than me right now, and no student loans. Some of them have better jobs than you graduates too. You know it. Your parents lied to you. You should have gone to trade school instead. Now, all I can say to you is . . . : Yes, I would like fries with that. Hahaha! I think I've made that joke before.
I'm not worried. I know who my provider is. I do my best and take it as it comes, and somehow it works out. Not pleasantly, never as planned.
I had an interesting conversation with Nick the other night. He asked if I believe in demons. I basically said yes. I explained that it's more that I don't disbelieve in demons. Which means if I see one, I'm not going to work as hard as an atheist would to find a logical explanation. You see, atheism is not a lack of faith. There's an ease that comes with accepting the supernatural. It's socially acceptable and a complacent way to deal with reality. So there's a nobility, a courage to atheism, to actively believing there is no supernatural.
Nick "played the devil's advocate" questioning why I should believe in demons, going into asking if I believe in say leprauchans. No one's ever told me a leprauchan story. But I've heard plenty of demon stories. If I hear someone who honestly believes that what they encountered was a leprauchan, I'm not going to just pass him off as crazy. Truth be told, I think Nick nearly fell into what John was doing when John was "evangelizing" atheism that night I was in Williamsburg. Nick's no atheist. But if I went so far as he was going as to seeing no need to believe in demons, ghosts, etc. because there are sufficient explanations that are more likely, then I would be an atheist. Well, I could redefine God as something beyond supernatural. That is to say, have God without having a deity. Where's the fun in that? Why can't things just not quite be what they seem? Why can't some of those noises be ghosts? Why can't some of those pleasant coincidences be angels? And miraculous testimonies, I've heard a few. Should I investigate and find the logical explanation? Who does that help? And should it matter so much if speaking in tongues is just jibberish? I could swear half the time I think I'm hearing Hebrew. I never learned enough to interpret it, if that's what it was.
And it wouldn't be fair if I didn't mention Jesus. Would that small Jewish sect go so far if somebody didn't really see him resurrect? Maybe. It's easier to think maybe they did.
It's just a lack of disbelief for me. Instead of committing myself like so many do to what I cannot know, I recognize my ignorance and my inability to understand.
So why am I copping out? Because, what does atheism do for me that God doesn't do better? If you believe that a miracle is going to cure you, at the very least, your faith will increase your immunity. It may even have the strength to produce the miracle for God. Yes, we know the mind is powerful enough to give or take life. Look up voodoo death. And is it a coincidence, then, that Jesus frequently said, "Your faith has healed you"?
And why don't I just go ahead and be Christian? Again, committment to what I know I cannot know, and sometimes even have evidence against.