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Oct. 10th, 2005 01:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ishyfaceKnow what? Early Thanksgiving dinners are made that much better if Bohemian Rhapsody comes on the radio right beforehand.
My parents went to church today for the first time in months. All well and good...
... except for the part where they became spiritually uplifted and decided that it'd be the perfect time to tell me that I should join a Christian youth group. After three years of me telling them that I'm not Christian and will never be Christian.
When they started pressing me about it (mostly feeding me the "how will you lead a fulfilled life if you don't believe in a higher power?" line), I told them that any church that said my friends and I are abominations in the eyes of God or that our relationships are signs of Satan's grip on the world is not going to have me in its ranks any time soon. That got to them, for a minute, and then they started talking about church reform and how I can't let that stop me from accepting my faith and ARGH.
Honestly, I didn't just split from the Catholic Church because I'm queer. That was a big part of it, but not the whole picture.
I left the Church because frankly the very idea of salvation makes my skin crawl.
Original sin. Who decided that that was a good idea? Who decided that being born was reason enough for eternal damnation? It's an idea that I reject, not because I'm trying to make some kind of rebellious statement but because it honestly bothers me. Even when I identified as Christian it bothered me, and while there are many Christian values I'm completely on board with- compassion, non-violence, brotherhood- I can't get over my intense discomfort with the idea that I need to be saved. I see myself as essentially a-religious- not atheist, but nontheist. In my mind there's a big difference.
I could try to explain this to them, but I don't think they'd understand what I mean. They'd think I was attacking Christianity, and honestly I'm not. I just can't see myself as being Christian and happy. If it works for you, fine, but in the words of Karl Marx, "It's not in my bag, baby."
I'm very lonely right now.
The fact that I won't be able to see anyone outside of school until next Sunday does not alleviate that at all. I'm working or at the doctor's just about every night this week. I hate having my time filled up like that- like every moment's already planned.
It's depressing.
My parents went to church today for the first time in months. All well and good...
... except for the part where they became spiritually uplifted and decided that it'd be the perfect time to tell me that I should join a Christian youth group. After three years of me telling them that I'm not Christian and will never be Christian.
When they started pressing me about it (mostly feeding me the "how will you lead a fulfilled life if you don't believe in a higher power?" line), I told them that any church that said my friends and I are abominations in the eyes of God or that our relationships are signs of Satan's grip on the world is not going to have me in its ranks any time soon. That got to them, for a minute, and then they started talking about church reform and how I can't let that stop me from accepting my faith and ARGH.
Honestly, I didn't just split from the Catholic Church because I'm queer. That was a big part of it, but not the whole picture.
I left the Church because frankly the very idea of salvation makes my skin crawl.
Original sin. Who decided that that was a good idea? Who decided that being born was reason enough for eternal damnation? It's an idea that I reject, not because I'm trying to make some kind of rebellious statement but because it honestly bothers me. Even when I identified as Christian it bothered me, and while there are many Christian values I'm completely on board with- compassion, non-violence, brotherhood- I can't get over my intense discomfort with the idea that I need to be saved. I see myself as essentially a-religious- not atheist, but nontheist. In my mind there's a big difference.
I could try to explain this to them, but I don't think they'd understand what I mean. They'd think I was attacking Christianity, and honestly I'm not. I just can't see myself as being Christian and happy. If it works for you, fine, but in the words of Karl Marx, "It's not in my bag, baby."
I'm very lonely right now.
The fact that I won't be able to see anyone outside of school until next Sunday does not alleviate that at all. I'm working or at the doctor's just about every night this week. I hate having my time filled up like that- like every moment's already planned.
It's depressing.
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on 2005-10-10 03:16 pm (UTC)Three days is feeling uncomfortably long.
I'd get home around... eight, I think.
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on 2005-10-10 03:25 pm (UTC)Heh. Yes. Definatly.
But, I've never complained about a long weekend before.
Would there be enough time to hang out after? Do we have rules about school nights?
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on 2005-10-10 03:29 pm (UTC)I don't think we have rules about school nights. Then again, I've never needed to check, really. But I think there'd be enough time.
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on 2005-10-10 03:38 pm (UTC)That's a releif. I'm not sure if I have set rules either. If there's not enough time I could beg and you **might** be able to take my bus to school in the morning or something.