SOOoooo....I dropped the email bomb on my dad about me living with Matt. He sent me 2 enraged responses and left me several messages on my cell including, "I would really like to come there and talk to you tomorrow" and "You're obviously avoiding my calls, which I knew you would do" Yeah no shit, Dad. Your psychotic christian knee jerk knocked out my teeth and gave me a bloody nose. I'd rather hang out with a drunk frat boy on game day, to be quite honest. Basically, it's now blatantly obvious that I am not a "christian" by his current pentacostal definition - which embarasses him in front of his zealot wife and makes him worry that I will burn in Hell one day.
If God is really an asshole who 1) created Hell 2)created beings that he knew would eventually go to Hell (being that he is omniscient and omnipresent) then I don't want to have anything to do with him. Plus, how could some perfect spirit man create an imperfect product? It's not logical, whatsoever. Then I think about people basing there morals on the Jewish culture of 2000 years ago...it's all very bizarre.
On to better things. I finish up my "light construction and landscaping job" tomorrow. The guys on the job were quite amused by my prescence and I had to ignore some comments here and there - but mostly it was a good experience. 9$ and hour makes anything worth it when you're broke. wheee.
I start teaching middle school in 2 weeks. I am going to crap my pants.
That is all.
posted by SquirrelGirl @ 1:13 PM
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Drunken frat boys on a game days and christians on a sunday morning are the same thing. Rabid, stupid, boring and drunk on their own sense of entitlement, among other things. I don't think you'd like it either way. But I am sorry.
Lo siento.
Even though my mom was relatively religious I never really took any grief for living w/someone.
Good luck with this situation. What can I say?
thank you both. I'm sure everything will be cool in time. hope you are doing well, patrick!
So, how did it end up? Did you have to go through a visit? I still think it's better to get this done in one fell swoop than it is to have to hide things for months or years. I really hope this all turns out okay for you.
Wow. Yeah, i can see how having a a sword for a conscious that if not balanced perfectly could slice you in two! Um, other more important issues arise from living with someone (ask me, I did it) than Hell? Well, if taken in the proper context Hell might be what you wish for since Hell in the context it was written in the Bible means death. So yes, there are days when living together, you might wish for death. But nowhere can the myth of Hell of being alive and dead and tortured at the same time have a more absolute description, short maybe of living in Euless, TX. Other than that, living together can be a beast because it feeds into the worst of insecurities: leaving. You never know when that will occur, you just hope it is as far away as possible if you really love that person now and they love you. However, if you are just moving out to escape the insanity at home, guess what? You are taking it with you. Better to get your own place and learn about who you are, than to take your insanity and not knowing yourself and someone else's insanity who doesn't know themselves and share it. Just my few crumbs.
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