Alright.
So not all biblical references are shit.
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Yeah. Fuck this shit.
I’m out. And I don’t care who reads this or doesn’t. Who’s pissed at me or isn’t.
Anonymous asked: in regards to your post: RIGHT. RIGHT. because BB is the QUEEN of expressing her emotions. JS. JmotherfuckingS.
Fuck you.
And your mother.
Anonymous asked: What's going on? :(
Bullshit. That’s what’s going on. Bullshit and heinous fuckery and me seriously wanting to just throw myself off a fucking cliff and see who the fuck has anything to say about it afterwards except for that they weren’t fucking surprised.
That’s a really vague answer, sorry.
and just not say anything.
That burns me more than anything. When I have to say everything and basically sit there and feel like I’m bitching. And not have an ounce of emotion or inflection or anything that makes me feel like I’m being listened to, understood, or that anything is going to get any better.
That shit doesn’t help. That shit really doesn’t help.
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Let me start by saying that it’s awesome. It’s a chill environment with a lot of live music, dancing, small businesses…it’s just a cool place to hang around. And there isn’t much to be said for entertainment in Roseville, so they get an A plus for doing something this awesome.
Let me continue by saying that I do not hate religious people. While organized religion is something more of a grey area for me, I do not actively hate religious people. I think that religion an provide a strong moral backing to people who have been through difficult times. I do believe that.
However.
Bible-thumpers who create intricate, beautiful metaphors for religious beliefs wielded like weapons against non-believers? I do have a problem with you.
Tonight was the prime examples. A booth staged as an IQ test caught my attention, so we wandered over and I insisted on us taking it as a group.
A few things caught my eye:
But I went along with it and didn’t think about it and let them trick us and let them give us our score and I mentioned offhandedly (I hope it came off as off-handed, it was completely contrived) that I was a staunch athiest.
As I predicted, they jumped on us. Not just me, as in they took personal offense to my beliefs, but to all of us, as though trying to (as I said before) sell us something.
They purposefully conned their way into having a conversation about God and selling their religion to us. Which would have been rude and underhanded. But what good sales person isn’t?
The next few words out of the mouth of the particularly preachy gentleman?
“I’m usually able to convince people that there is a God in thirty six seconds or less.”
Which was even more sales-person-like, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt and let him have his word, because boy was I going to have mine. The man’s argument wasn’t exactly bad. It was just flowery, idealistic, and simplistic.
He described buildings as having an architect. Blueprints as having a creator. My rebuttal?
What are all those materials made of? The creator, the blue print material, the building itself?
Science. Atoms, specifically, but science.
I pointed that out to him, and he had nothing to add to the conversation but that basically if you do not believe in God, that is the one sin that he will not forgive because God has standards and they are not that of basic man.
What I got from his diatribe was that because God is more than man, his standards are higher, therefore he doesn’t have to be as tolerant as he preaches for man to be.
Which, I think, is pretty swell of him. This argument doesn’t phase me. Why? Because.
If I am wrong. And there is a God and he really is standing in front of pearly white gates, I most definitely will not be the one that sits there ashamed and embaressed because I lived life the way I was going to do it originally: of my own free will, doing as much right as I was able or willing to do and having expected to be judge for the person that I was without an agenda or because someone simply said “You have to.”
His response was to hand me pamphlets.
Tons of pamphlets.
So what am I doing?
Going back next week with papers on evolution and science. Tons of them. His parting line to me, with a very condescending tone, was to “Read up.”
And I plan on making him do the same. I will not be treated like a child for my beliefs. I will not be looked down upon by anyone for being a master of my own fate. And if I can’t change that, then I will do none of these things without first giving it my all in making the person who is chastising me look like an asshole or an idiot. Sorry is the fool who mistakes my patience for ignorance.
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Me (left) Brooklynne (right) and our nerd sweaters. Mine Once Upon A Time. Her’s Harry Potter. Oh yep. We’re cool. Personalized one of a kind!! (Taken with instagram)
Fucking SEXUAL.
Anonymous asked: y'all just need to date and get it the fuck over with because all this is is sexual tension and an inability to express yourselves because you can't be in love with your best friend. you know what happens when you're in love with your best friend? this. and then after that? you end up together.
Y’all.
As in.
You all.
As in.
There’s a group of us that need to date.
I’m sorry, anon, but that’s just not right.
I’m not a mormon.