Why have all my "friends" on Facebook suddenly found Jesus? Everyone praying for this, hoping for that, quoting "The Good Book." My favorites so far are the ones with terminal illnesses or chronic issues. They pray for good days and know they will have them because their God is an awesome god. Yeah, He's also the God that allowed you to suffer and is diminishing your abilities or limiting your life. But He loves you.
I try not to insult anyone's beliefs but when they flood my news feed with this drivel I am compelled to sound off (I prudently decided to do it here instead of there). They don't believe; they want to escape the dismal, or merely handicapped, existence they lead. Some turn to the bottle for their drug; these ignorant souls turn to the idea that, in the end, everything will be all right, that an overlord loves them. That would be the same overlord that allowed your illness, allowed your son to die, riddled your granny with cancer...
If He did exist, why would you pray for Him to fix things? Looks like He is having fun deploying havoc. And with millions dying around the world from starvation and easily curable diseases, why do you think He should give a fuck about your fucking pampered American ass? It is not this God I'm upset with (because He must exist if you have problems with Him); it's His followers. Ignorant masses that want to believe in something more important than what they really are, ones who don't want to take control of their own lives. Life and death is frightening. Thing is, when I gave up on God (because in my view, he had given up on too many people who really needed him because they hadn't been TAUGHT to be Christian) is when I came to accept my mortality. Sure, there will probably be some denial and anxiety at the end, but I won't fear that God, who loves me, will allow me to burn in damnation for eternity. Until then, I'll live my life with the same 50/50 chance of "prayers" (for lack of a synonym, perhaps wishes) being answered as everyone else.
I don't mean to rant about religion but, Jesus Christ, it's your religion, not everyone's. And my non-religion allows me to love everyone even if they're not of my creed and belief. Ignorance is bliss, but I prefer reality to be stark and real, not filtered through guilt ridden mythology.
I try not to insult anyone's beliefs but when they flood my news feed with this drivel I am compelled to sound off (I prudently decided to do it here instead of there). They don't believe; they want to escape the dismal, or merely handicapped, existence they lead. Some turn to the bottle for their drug; these ignorant souls turn to the idea that, in the end, everything will be all right, that an overlord loves them. That would be the same overlord that allowed your illness, allowed your son to die, riddled your granny with cancer...
If He did exist, why would you pray for Him to fix things? Looks like He is having fun deploying havoc. And with millions dying around the world from starvation and easily curable diseases, why do you think He should give a fuck about your fucking pampered American ass? It is not this God I'm upset with (because He must exist if you have problems with Him); it's His followers. Ignorant masses that want to believe in something more important than what they really are, ones who don't want to take control of their own lives. Life and death is frightening. Thing is, when I gave up on God (because in my view, he had given up on too many people who really needed him because they hadn't been TAUGHT to be Christian) is when I came to accept my mortality. Sure, there will probably be some denial and anxiety at the end, but I won't fear that God, who loves me, will allow me to burn in damnation for eternity. Until then, I'll live my life with the same 50/50 chance of "prayers" (for lack of a synonym, perhaps wishes) being answered as everyone else.
I don't mean to rant about religion but, Jesus Christ, it's your religion, not everyone's. And my non-religion allows me to love everyone even if they're not of my creed and belief. Ignorance is bliss, but I prefer reality to be stark and real, not filtered through guilt ridden mythology.
A "friend" on Facebook made a post proclaiming how people need to be more like animals; animals don't have war, animals don't hurt for fun. Feeling particularly snarky, I responded. I explained that it is that primal instinct in humans, that animality, that causes the need to mark territory, that primal rage that doesn't fit into the idea of society that we pretend to abide by and therefore, by nature, humans are not themselves human. Chimps in the wild will attack one another, particularly a weaker one (just like humans do). She responded back by saying I was right.
What. The. Fuck?! She agreed with me. My response was a direct counter to her thoughts yet I am right. Of course I'm right but is she that much a moron to not realize by me being right that she is doing nothing but shoveling drivel out into cyberspace? I know, I know, it's Facebook. But, Jesus Christ, I hate stupid goddamn people.
What. The. Fuck?! She agreed with me. My response was a direct counter to her thoughts yet I am right. Of course I'm right but is she that much a moron to not realize by me being right that she is doing nothing but shoveling drivel out into cyberspace? I know, I know, it's Facebook. But, Jesus Christ, I hate stupid goddamn people.
Went to eye doctor, now see worse than before I went. Dilated pupils. Hope to have vision back by morning; I've got a novel to write.
My brother lives with our father. He doesn't have a job so pays nothing to live there. To prove his superiority, my father disconnected the wireless internet, hardlined the modem to his computer so my brother couldn't surf the net. Loving to sew discourse into their lives I took an old wireless router of mine and hooked it up in the house where our father didn't know about it. I did that near a year ago. He found it a week ago.
Today, my father tells me that he's not as dumb as we think he is. Apparently not; apparently he's only slow.
Today, my father tells me that he's not as dumb as we think he is. Apparently not; apparently he's only slow.
Day. Rain. Family. Drugs. Sex. Twilight. Maple, Scorched leaves. Hacked bushes. Mistaken. Alone. Others alone. Profile, avatar, status. Books, magazines, epub, vampires. Games, movies, others.
Just some random thoughts.
Just some random thoughts.
Musings:
I saw a thumbnail of some fat, bald guy. I thought to myself, 'that looks like my father.' It turned out to be Boss Hogg. I felt sorry for Boss Hogg.
My father follows me on Twitter, friended me on Facebook. This is the only safe place to post that.
Just noticed that Category window below. I have no idea what it is. It made me aware that there's many things about the site that I don't know much about anymore.
The two things I got my iPad for are the only two things I haven't done with it yet.
The next time someone asks me to fix their PC when what's wrong with it is an easy Google search and virus scan fix I will preemptively punch them in the face.
I bought a new MagLight. It has an LED instead of a bulb. I've run around the house casting a ghostly parlor over darkened rooms.
I had to post the above here because my brother friended me on Facebook and he swore, one drunken night, that my flashlight was his, still believes so. If he read the above he would expect mine, either because it's his or because I have a new one. The reason isn't important as long as he got it.
I cleaned the house, freed closet space, bought curtains. I'm almost content at the moment.
Oh, I also took a day position to hopefully change my life. An abnormal sleep study is landing me in another study with an air mask suctioned to my face. Waiting for other test results. Assuming one or the other will greatly raise the quality of my life. And a friend, a friend to have lunch with would be nice.
I saw a thumbnail of some fat, bald guy. I thought to myself, 'that looks like my father.' It turned out to be Boss Hogg. I felt sorry for Boss Hogg.
My father follows me on Twitter, friended me on Facebook. This is the only safe place to post that.
Just noticed that Category window below. I have no idea what it is. It made me aware that there's many things about the site that I don't know much about anymore.
The two things I got my iPad for are the only two things I haven't done with it yet.
The next time someone asks me to fix their PC when what's wrong with it is an easy Google search and virus scan fix I will preemptively punch them in the face.
I bought a new MagLight. It has an LED instead of a bulb. I've run around the house casting a ghostly parlor over darkened rooms.
I had to post the above here because my brother friended me on Facebook and he swore, one drunken night, that my flashlight was his, still believes so. If he read the above he would expect mine, either because it's his or because I have a new one. The reason isn't important as long as he got it.
I cleaned the house, freed closet space, bought curtains. I'm almost content at the moment.
Oh, I also took a day position to hopefully change my life. An abnormal sleep study is landing me in another study with an air mask suctioned to my face. Waiting for other test results. Assuming one or the other will greatly raise the quality of my life. And a friend, a friend to have lunch with would be nice.
My membership lapsed a week or two ago. My billing info must have changed for I thought renewal was automatic. I got an email from SG saying I cancelled my subscription. Huh. I didn't care much, I had considered canceling it anyways. Last night I got an email asking me to come back. I was informed of all the new sets just added in the last month. They mentioned Amina and Posh. Uh, they left the site. Nice way to sell me the site again, offer up two models no longer on it.
All that said, at the reduced price I decided to re-up. I have this thought I'll be more active. At one time, SG was my social site. Meh, anyways, I'm back for another year.
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All that said, at the reduced price I decided to re-up. I have this thought I'll be more active. At one time, SG was my social site. Meh, anyways, I'm back for another year.
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it's hard to live up to strangers beautiful color
some people always finish last still I ended up a badass
- Kacy Crowley, "Badass"
some people always finish last still I ended up a badass
- Kacy Crowley, "Badass"
