I spent about an hour on Facebook this evening digging for what I’d consider to be appropriate privacy settings for the stuff I write on there. (Which, in most cases, is an at-most slightly modified version of what I write on here.) However, it doesn’t seem that what I need exists, so it looks like I’ll just have to continue to have everything I post on it be public. I don’t think that’s too big of a problem, though perhaps some peoples’ opinions of me might change after they read some of my more “adventurous” posts.
Anyway, in trying to continue to employ brevity in my posts (primarily so I don’t end up taking too much time writing each night), I should concisely note that I had a great evening yesterday hanging out with my dearest San Diego friend. And we went to see “Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones”, which I really dug. Then again, most anything that has to do with demonology really appeals to me.
As a strict atheist, of course, I don’t truly believe in the supernatural, but there are many times where I think I wish I did. It would just be endlessly fascinating to me to be able to really interact with ghosts, spirits, demons, devils, etc. But of course, having those entities be real would mean that daily life would be subject to all kinds of radically inconvenient malevolencies. So, in the end, the bad would outweigh the good. Just the same, there are those times where I’m lurking in my house at night, fingers crossed in anticipation of the manifestation of some demonic spectre.
If nothing else, such an event would heavily imply that there is some sort of life after death, and that’s another thing I fervently wish to be true while knowing it’s not.
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CVRRENT SOVND: “The Mourn” by Skinny Puppy from “Cleanse, Fold, And Manipulate”