Ask your questions, and I'll answer sometime in the next decade.
So random thought, I somehow just now joined the Belton High School Class of 2003 facebook group.
I was looking through and saw a bunch of random ass people. Also, alot of divorcees and kids... If I just sharpen my skills, I can be the plot of an ABC Family movie at a 10 year reunion... However, I actually have something to write.
I remember right after freshman year, Sarah emailed me and asked me if would please email her and tell her why I didn't believe in God. I started it, and then just never finished and let it go, but I think I finally found an answer in the most obscure way possible. So, I live with four other dudes who I all ski with. Overall, its a great living arrangement, and I'm actually happier than I've been a while. But, for entirely non-green issues, we basically started collecting aluminum cans. However, Justin hears that coke tabs are a more pure form of aluminum, so we start collecting beer tabs. Over roughly seven months, we collect nearly 3/4 of a gallon of them which according to our knowledge, its supposed to be worth $200. We had big ideas for this money, including by mass amounts of controllable substances and a keg. However, we found out that this is just an internet rumor. Obviously, we chuckle about it, but we had big plans only to basically lose faith in a system that we felt really inclined to believe in because it was going to offer rewards (pot and beer). However, to this day, I still catch each of us now and then taking coke tabs off and saving them. And I asked my one roommate why? He basically said that he did it because it has habit. He also just wanted to see how many we could accumulate. And I tried to figure out why I look at it and get a little sad on the inside. I really think religion just gives us hope; the same way that the coke tabs gave me hope for a sex and coke party. But, Religion and hope aren't exactly monogamous partners. It gives us all something to believe in so when we spend our days trying to live some kind of righteous life. At first, even though I didn't believe in God, I found myself praying sort of. Kind of like, God please help me with problem X, and then you realize that you are only talking to yourself. Instead of learning to be happy with who we are, religion just acts as a control mechanism. But eventually, it all just starts to fade and I realized that the only person responsible for my life is me. Now that seems jaded or stiff, but its liberating. Sure, compared to a neverending after life, this all seems pretty fucking droll. The fact that I have x number of seconds not only on this planet, but as a cognitive life form. I think once this concept truly sinks in, its pretty easy. Do I have a soul? There seems to be something much bigger than me, but do I think its going to end with golden streets and playing drinking games with my friends for all eternity? Probably not. How it ends I don't really care. I won't even know when it happens. The only thing I control is doing as much as I can, experiencing life, and trying to meet new people. Leave a legacy with my friends and family, and then as my body wilts, know that I'm becoming part of something bigger and more complex and awe inspiring that I could ever imagined.
This response might have been needed six years ago, but oh well, here's the answer.
I was looking through and saw a bunch of random ass people. Also, alot of divorcees and kids... If I just sharpen my skills, I can be the plot of an ABC Family movie at a 10 year reunion... However, I actually have something to write.
I remember right after freshman year, Sarah emailed me and asked me if would please email her and tell her why I didn't believe in God. I started it, and then just never finished and let it go, but I think I finally found an answer in the most obscure way possible. So, I live with four other dudes who I all ski with. Overall, its a great living arrangement, and I'm actually happier than I've been a while. But, for entirely non-green issues, we basically started collecting aluminum cans. However, Justin hears that coke tabs are a more pure form of aluminum, so we start collecting beer tabs. Over roughly seven months, we collect nearly 3/4 of a gallon of them which according to our knowledge, its supposed to be worth $200. We had big ideas for this money, including by mass amounts of controllable substances and a keg. However, we found out that this is just an internet rumor. Obviously, we chuckle about it, but we had big plans only to basically lose faith in a system that we felt really inclined to believe in because it was going to offer rewards (pot and beer). However, to this day, I still catch each of us now and then taking coke tabs off and saving them. And I asked my one roommate why? He basically said that he did it because it has habit. He also just wanted to see how many we could accumulate. And I tried to figure out why I look at it and get a little sad on the inside. I really think religion just gives us hope; the same way that the coke tabs gave me hope for a sex and coke party. But, Religion and hope aren't exactly monogamous partners. It gives us all something to believe in so when we spend our days trying to live some kind of righteous life. At first, even though I didn't believe in God, I found myself praying sort of. Kind of like, God please help me with problem X, and then you realize that you are only talking to yourself. Instead of learning to be happy with who we are, religion just acts as a control mechanism. But eventually, it all just starts to fade and I realized that the only person responsible for my life is me. Now that seems jaded or stiff, but its liberating. Sure, compared to a neverending after life, this all seems pretty fucking droll. The fact that I have x number of seconds not only on this planet, but as a cognitive life form. I think once this concept truly sinks in, its pretty easy. Do I have a soul? There seems to be something much bigger than me, but do I think its going to end with golden streets and playing drinking games with my friends for all eternity? Probably not. How it ends I don't really care. I won't even know when it happens. The only thing I control is doing as much as I can, experiencing life, and trying to meet new people. Leave a legacy with my friends and family, and then as my body wilts, know that I'm becoming part of something bigger and more complex and awe inspiring that I could ever imagined.
This response might have been needed six years ago, but oh well, here's the answer.