barf
"When my girls were baptized, I was jumping as a proud momma. Yelling "Those are my girls!" Then, after they both were baptized, I heard God say in an almost audible voice with a lovingly excited and fatherly pride, "Now they are my girls, Andrea. They are in my hands now!" Thank you God!" - A Friend's BabyMomma (Andrea)
When I read things like THAT I seriously want to THROW UP. Sometimes I can forgive people for believing in God and shit, but when you start making shit up in your head about an invisible man... that's where I draw the line! It's bad enough that you made the children go through a "baptism", but now you gotta make up fake conversations (held inside your head; God is the only one who can talk to you in your thoughts besides yourself) with someone who can't even backed with proof that he exists? Blah... moving on...
Then you say THANK YOU to someone who claims to have your children in his hands? (Again coming from the fake conversation) I just don't understand... I don't understand how all this shit can give someone some mental peace and order. Why not just create your own peace? I can think of a way... how about raise your children correctly and know that by doing so they have a better chance to turn out to be an awesome, self-sufficient, well-rounded person (if that's what you're going for).
Why not sleep better at night on actual facts and decisions? Don't these people see that they're just polluting their consciences with bullshit? I don't even wanna start thinking about why Andrea has so much "faith" in the invisible man because I know it started with how she was raised. She was raised to believe in all this bullshit, and that is what she will do to her children... raise them to believe in this bullshit... and so the cycle continues. The cycle of God.
Sometimes I wish he were real. I always did like stories as a child. The Bible was the most intricate fictional story I have ever read! A lot of stuff happens in that book. And I bet you if it were real there wouldn't be so many damn copies and revisions and interpretations of it. There'd be one solid story and none of this new or old testament bullshit.
Sometimes I think... well gee, humans are so intricate, as is the rest of the world, how could we have just happened? (Big Bang Theory aside...) But then I come to my senses and realize that I can't answer that thought and then I'm just thankful that I was lucky enough to be born, have free thought, and carry on in a world filled with a bunch of people who trick themselves into believing in something that was thought up to make people feel better about their pithy existences. I'm content with my pithy existence and I don't need to make myself believe in something that I can't see until I "die and go to heaven". I am a little fish in a huge pond surrounded by science and chemistry and a pithy existence.
Even the Royal Wedding of Will and Kate was filled with too much God bullshit for me. Here is my take on the wedding, which I did wake up at 5am to watch while I was out of town on business in Erie, Pennsylvania: "Holy Law" this... "Holy Ghost" that... OH MY GOSH DID YOU SEE HER DRESS, pomp, circumstance, it's going to take her 4 minutes to walk down the aisle, her earrings are a representation of her family (Middleton) name and how they came about to be self-made millionaires (whoop-dee-doo who cares), blah, blah, God, blah-blah, Pippa, blah, God, blah, blah, God, God, blah, do you take this woman, it's about damn time - it's been nearly 10 years, blah, blah, speak now or forever hold your peace, God save the Queen, love is patient, love is kind, blah, blah, Alexander McQueen designed Kate's dress, blah, blah, now we must call her Catherine, Dutchess of Caimbridge, blah, blah, everybody wear a hat, oh my god I had no idea Victoria Beckham was pregnant - she is still so damn skinny, blah, blah, blah, I wonder what the wedding reception is going to be like, blah, blah, blah, wow I have written way too much about this stupid wedding, the end.
P.S. My roommate Dan got into Rutgers Law School with an $8,000/semester scholarship. I actually saw him cry last night. He applied to law school thinking that he wasn't going to get in. Well... he got in... and he has 10 weeks until school starts. More later. (I am happy for him)
When I read things like THAT I seriously want to THROW UP. Sometimes I can forgive people for believing in God and shit, but when you start making shit up in your head about an invisible man... that's where I draw the line! It's bad enough that you made the children go through a "baptism", but now you gotta make up fake conversations (held inside your head; God is the only one who can talk to you in your thoughts besides yourself) with someone who can't even backed with proof that he exists? Blah... moving on...
Then you say THANK YOU to someone who claims to have your children in his hands? (Again coming from the fake conversation) I just don't understand... I don't understand how all this shit can give someone some mental peace and order. Why not just create your own peace? I can think of a way... how about raise your children correctly and know that by doing so they have a better chance to turn out to be an awesome, self-sufficient, well-rounded person (if that's what you're going for).
Why not sleep better at night on actual facts and decisions? Don't these people see that they're just polluting their consciences with bullshit? I don't even wanna start thinking about why Andrea has so much "faith" in the invisible man because I know it started with how she was raised. She was raised to believe in all this bullshit, and that is what she will do to her children... raise them to believe in this bullshit... and so the cycle continues. The cycle of God.
Sometimes I wish he were real. I always did like stories as a child. The Bible was the most intricate fictional story I have ever read! A lot of stuff happens in that book. And I bet you if it were real there wouldn't be so many damn copies and revisions and interpretations of it. There'd be one solid story and none of this new or old testament bullshit.
Sometimes I think... well gee, humans are so intricate, as is the rest of the world, how could we have just happened? (Big Bang Theory aside...) But then I come to my senses and realize that I can't answer that thought and then I'm just thankful that I was lucky enough to be born, have free thought, and carry on in a world filled with a bunch of people who trick themselves into believing in something that was thought up to make people feel better about their pithy existences. I'm content with my pithy existence and I don't need to make myself believe in something that I can't see until I "die and go to heaven". I am a little fish in a huge pond surrounded by science and chemistry and a pithy existence.
Even the Royal Wedding of Will and Kate was filled with too much God bullshit for me. Here is my take on the wedding, which I did wake up at 5am to watch while I was out of town on business in Erie, Pennsylvania: "Holy Law" this... "Holy Ghost" that... OH MY GOSH DID YOU SEE HER DRESS, pomp, circumstance, it's going to take her 4 minutes to walk down the aisle, her earrings are a representation of her family (Middleton) name and how they came about to be self-made millionaires (whoop-dee-doo who cares), blah, blah, God, blah-blah, Pippa, blah, God, blah, blah, God, God, blah, do you take this woman, it's about damn time - it's been nearly 10 years, blah, blah, speak now or forever hold your peace, God save the Queen, love is patient, love is kind, blah, blah, Alexander McQueen designed Kate's dress, blah, blah, now we must call her Catherine, Dutchess of Caimbridge, blah, blah, everybody wear a hat, oh my god I had no idea Victoria Beckham was pregnant - she is still so damn skinny, blah, blah, blah, I wonder what the wedding reception is going to be like, blah, blah, blah, wow I have written way too much about this stupid wedding, the end.
P.S. My roommate Dan got into Rutgers Law School with an $8,000/semester scholarship. I actually saw him cry last night. He applied to law school thinking that he wasn't going to get in. Well... he got in... and he has 10 weeks until school starts. More later. (I am happy for him)