I grew up Catholic.
Taught by nuns in elementary school.
I stood. I sat. I knelt. I sang songs out of tune. I knelt some more. I yawned.
Sister Cathy yelled at me for eating a crayon.
First communion. Jesus crackers. Jesus wine.
First confession. “I stole my brother’s Legos and then lied to my mom about stealing his Legos and then he punched me. I’m hoping he confesses to you about the punching thing cuz that really hurt.”
Don’t forget to kneel.
High school church youth group.
I read the bible. I was probably supposed to do this earlier.
The beginning bits seemed harsh. I liked Jesus quite a bit, but his stories never seemed to fit with the ones that surrounded them.
Did they put animals that can swim on the boat? I mean, could you just leave the ducks off the ark to save space? Maybe they could swim along side and you just toss them bread.
Why did he free Moses and make them wander around for so long? Haven’t they been through enough?
(To Father Steve) Technically a whale can’t ingest a human. Jonah would have got caught in its throat and they both would have died.
*angry priest face*
So are you saying that God made a bet with Satan to see how much shit Job would put up with? That doesn’t seem very ethical for a deity.
*angrier priest face*
Then I started learning about the politics of religion and more important questions arose.
What’s wrong with being gay? That passage is in the same book that says slavery is totally fine.
What’s wrong with contraception? People are dying of diseases that you could have prevented if your missionaries gave out condoms instead of bibles.
Why am I sick?…….. How is this someone’s plan for me?
My views became very “if any.”
That world made no sense to me. I started working things out on my own and solving my problems without asking for His help. Those beliefs held me back. They held me back because they were not my beliefs. They were given to me by others and I went along with it.
I don’t begrudge anyone with faith. I can’t say if they are wrong or right. I think faith helps a great deal of people. I still consider Father Steve my greatest mentor and one of the kindest (and most patient) individuals I’ve ever known.
I know a lot of people seek answers of creation and life after death, but I don’t think about that much anymore. I don’t really care. My mind has filled up with so many curiosities that may actually have an answer. Answers I can grasp and understand. Trying to know the unknown seems futile to me.
I just want to live the best life I can. I wish to be a good person because it is the right thing to do and not because I fear a fiery pit. I’m better at being a good person now, more-so than when I believed.
Not believing works best for me. Results may vary.
3 hours agoApril 20, 2014
7 hours agoApril 20, 2014
I thought maybe my fellow heathens might like my story. So if you have the reddit thing, click the thing I guess.
Also, I’m not really making fun of the religious celebration that is Easter. Rather what it has morphed into. It has a healthy injection of commercialism and bunnies and half remembered bible tales from school. Being a non-believer on this day can feel pretty strange. Celebrating seems wrong, but I do like chocolate bunnies and peeps. And how is that Jesus-y? And why can’t you just give me the eggs, Grandma? I’m terrible at finding things. My brother has 18 and I have 3. I have an unfinished Waldo book from 1987 and he always knew where Carmen Sandiego was. This is not a fair holiday challenge!
So this story is my humorous manifestation of those feels.
10 hours agoApril 20, 2014
Thoughts about the breed…
One of the oldest known breeds. Originally bred to herd animals. They wanted a short dog so cows couldn’t kick them in the head.
Very smart. Sometimes too smart. Mischievous, but not in a bad way (most of the time). Corgis have a great sense of humor and will make you smile. They are great for cheering you up on a bad day and will keep your life interesting. I would say they are some of the happiest dogs you’ll find.
It is a profound bark from a little dog.
But usually it is not without cause. Mailmen. Loud vehicles. Vacuum cleaners. I think that is pretty typical for most dogs. I haven’t had much trouble with persistent barking. Though sometimes Otis will bark at weird stuff. Like when we use the spray thingie on the kitchen sink.
I have a layer of corg on me at all times. Brushing often with a furminator can help a lot.
Corgis have a lot of energy. Having a good space where they can run around and tire themselves out is important. We have a fenced in back yard. Thankfully Otis LOVES to fetch, so I can actually exercise him quite a bit just by throwing his ball over and over. I can even do it while sitting down.
Crate training! Corgis like having a nest. A place they can go and close off from the world. Otis is super curious and will investigate everything, but if we put him in his crate, it is like the whole world disappears and he can finally relax. I’m not sure he would get a full night’s sleep if we didn’t put him in there.