I realize you’ve had little more than Tips for Twits to occupy you in the past few weeks, and I apologize. I want to tell you so much about my new job, the stupid people I’ve already encountered, the cool bosses I have, and the students who have proclaimed that I am the coolest advisor ever. It’s just… by the time I get home at 6pm, I’m hungry. So I make dinner. Then I’m tired and unwind by watching an episode of Star Trek: Voyager or Bones (since Netflix finally got season 7!). Then I need to play with the dog and give him love since he’s been alone all day. By the time I’ve done all that it’s 10pm and I need to go to sleep.
That’s right, folks. I got to bed at 10pm (or as close to it as I can manage) because I have to be awake at 6 in the fucking morning. It’s still dark when I get up. It’s still dark when I drive to work. My body operates on a schedule shifted about 4 hours forward. I operate much better when I get up around 10am and go to sleep around 2am. After so many years of serving, it makes sense. Still, I have a feeling my body will never adjust to rising at such an ungodly hour. Fuck.
Lucky for you guys, I intend to get some work done over the holidays. I’d rather slap my headphones on and immerse myself in my computer rather than interact with my hyper-religious family. This morning they dragged us to church with them and I couldn’t help but twitch every time my grandfather said something. Because he led the sermon at Sunday School. He talked about how terrible it was that “we’re even considering giving gays rights,” and how “we need to put God back in schools.” FUCK ME. God, NO. How the fuck am I even a part of this family?
The “real” church service was great, too. They went over the Christmas story and all I could think was how Mary probably got pregnant by a normal guy (not God) and was able to pass it off as a miracle. Lucky, she was. I nearly snorted with laughter several times. Then I nearly pissed myself when they were all, “it came to (insert name here) in a dream.” Oh, yes because dreams are SOOOOOO reliable. And dreams TOTALLY mean something. Puh-lease, people. Then the pastor harped on about the Connecticut shooting and how GOD is the answer and how our country is Godless that’s why things are so “terrible.” Call me crazy, but I think the terrible part about this country is that people are still expecting some invisible deity to fix all their problems instead of doing something about the problems themselves. FUCK.
I fucking LOVE the holidays. Merry fucking Christmas.
I’ll be back to tell you about my new job. But right now… I need to decompress. I need to get over the anger I experienced at church. I’ve never seen a group of people preach about how God loves all his children, and how we should have good will towards men…. and in the same breath pretend gays don’t count as people, and that God hates them. Uh, so I guess God loves all his children, except gays because he disowned them for being gay, which wasn’t their choice because he made them that way…ao God designed them to be children he hated? Yeah. Great. Totally makes sense. Fucking assholes.
I feel your pain, for the 6am situation and the family one. Mercifully, politics never comes up at our gatherings.
1,2,3…how long before a commentor says something about not respecting their religious beliefs? I’m with you- we need community and connection in our schools, not invisible deity guy
I do respect their beliefs, though. I think spirituality and religion CAN play a very important role for many people. The problem arises when they use it as an excuse to be an asshole to certain groups of people.
My grandparents are so old, and they will not even consider the possibility that their church is preaching hate towards certain groups, so I don’t even bother to bring up how much I think it’s a bunch of crap. It’s not worth the family strife it would cause. -_-
Holy shit D= I feel for you. Luckily my grandmother isn’t religious any more, and doesn’t insist that we go to church for Christmas services. My parents do try, but they always fail.
My husband was raised Methodist and he keeps hinting he wants to go to church. We’re about to have, somewhat ironically, what some call a “Come to Jesus Meeting” in which I describe exactly why I will not go. Part of me would like to think there is a higher power but, if there is one, I don’t think it interferes with our lives by answering prayers. I don’t think it wants us to hate other people for not being just like us. And I don’t think it’s going to send me to a fiery pit because I don’t spend my time chanting in church on Sundays. In fact, I’m going to just go ahead and say that God is just an imaginary friend that people talk to. We don’t trust ourselves to be strong or make the best decision, so we thrust that responsibility onto a conveniently invisible being. Ultimately we make the choice ourselves, but it’s convenient to be able to pass the buck on who’s responsible. Fuck people who say God guides them in what they do. Bitch, you have a goddamn brain. THAT decides what you do. And if you decide that gay people don’t deserve rights, that’s your brain being an idiot, not God telling you what to think. I bet if current laws prohibited heterosexual relationships due to the major religion being something not Christian, Christians would be all up in arms about such discrimination. Remember, kids, it’s only wrong if it adversely affects YOU!
Oh I think I love you. The last time I went to church I couldn’t stop laughing because every other sentence was asking for money! The boyfriend’s mother hated me, but I couldn’t keep the giggles down once I reached 25 in my count within the first half hour.
I think you said that on the fmtlife blog. It was an inspiration…I tried counting but they actually only asked twice. Bummer.
lol Welcome to the dawn patrol, it gets much easier in the summer trust me.
Last time I went to church was Christmas morning 4 years ago. It was also the same day I told my family I am an atheists. My mother wanted to know why I wouldn’t go get communion and I just came out and said because “I don’t believe in any of this” My family were totally cool with it and the following year we arranged that I’d sleep late on Christmas and cook breakfast for everyone after they finished mass. It’s been the tradition ever since; they go to mass, then we all have sausage bacon egg and french toast then we open our presents.
I wish my family was as accepting as yours. They would make it their mission to drag me to church as often as they could. Which is hard since I live 300 miles away, but that would just mean church at every possible opportunity when we visit.
Growing up next door to the North during “the troubles” my parents would have seen regular news reports of violence happening 2 hours up the road for no better reason than religion. Also the Catholic church had an unacceptable amount of power and abused it right up until the 80s so while they and many others may be catholic they’re not inclined to do every single thing the church says and live their lives based on their own consciences
I wish more people lived like that.
I don’t want to be “that person” that keeps posting links, but I think this one is particularly pertinent:
http://www.atheistmemebase.com/2012/03/23/jesus-did-i-stutter/
It makes we want to say “BAM, BITCH” when I read it.
I like the links you share, don’t worry about it. I reposted this one on my personal Facebook account. I’m looking at you, family members!