12:59 pm
Ello ello. How do you do on this fine afternoon? So as I sip my tea alongside my pleasant lunch of fish n' chips, I write to you, my dear readers. It's quite early, I know. Astonishing, isn't it? You see, I had only half of the day for my schooling, for we have our periodical exams. Exams. Yes. Stressful tests that are awfully significant to our academic ratings, yet so irrelevant to our lives. Back to our topic though, this electronic public journal that we all know as "blog".
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So earlier today, I heard some very surprising news from my classmate at school. She said that word was spreading of my being "A.C.". At first, of course, I had no idea what those initials meant, for she had only told me that it was about my religion and that it was "bad". I took some time to figure it out, maybe for 4 minutes at most, and then I realized that she was calling me an antichrist.
She was stating it as if it were the cold hard truth, and she was talking in the manner that was implying that my secret had gone out. In my mind I only thought, "wtf, bitch, I ain't no antichrist", but it made sense, actually. I don't blame them for thinking of me that way -- well, actually I do. But they're children. What are you going to do?
I asked her this question, "So if I were anti-Christ, why would that make me a bad person?" She defended herself with statements that I could not recall. To be honest, if I recall correctly, she had no valid arguments. All she did was disagree to my points. What were my points? Well, let's see here...
Jews are pretty much antichrists, aren't they? Well, in a way. You see, an antichrist refuses the belief that Jesus is the son of God, and that He is the messiah. An antichrist denies the proclaimed divinity of Jesus Christ. Jews don't believe that Christ was the messiah. Jews are still waiting for the old God's promised savior.
Muslims deny the divinity of Jesus Christ. They don't worship Him or praise Him. They acknowledge Jesus as only a mere prophet. But none of you are hating on the Muslims... well, not all of you, at least.
Do you want me to keep going? Of course not. Nobody wants me to keep going, but I still feel that you have not yet gotten my point. Well, here's my point right now: get your facts straight before you claim truth. If you still don't understand that, well, I have a very simple way of stating my point: don't jump to conclusions.
That's not my only point though. That's only the first out of my three points, which are:
But I don't judge people because of what they are, or what they look like, or what they believe in. I judge people from the things that I know they do. I admit that I think that underage drinkers are shallow and whatnot, but that's just me. Like I said, I'm a judgmental asshole.
But when you're racist, or sexist, or you love to stereotype or generalize people, then you deserve a punch to the face by none other than myself. Why? Because I've never punched anyone in the face in my whole life, but then again, I'm not one for physical pain. I target your emotions.
Think about it this way: you think that antichrists are evil because they don't believe in your savior. Well, here's some news for you: I've never seen Jesus in my life. I've never seen His dad either. I wasn't around when he resurrected. I wasn't around when he walked on water. I wasn't around when he made that blind dude see. I wasn't around when he washed his homies' feet. I have no proof of anything, and I doubt that you do. I doubt that you were there when he came back to life with all the lighting effects in the background. What makes you believe is faith. What makes other people believe is faith. So who are you to say that your faith is right, and theirs isn't?
Here's a story: I was raised Catholic, until a couple years ago when my family and I turned Christian. At those times, I used to think to myself that I was totally going to chill out in heaven after I die because I believe in God. But I always wondered why there were other religions. I always thought that they were stupid for not believing Christianity. I always thought that their lives were headed only for eternal damnation, and then it hit me. Like what someone very close to me had said, my mind, like a blooming flower, opened up. I realized that how true my beliefs were to me, were just as true as what their beliefs were to them. I was raised Christian, so I thought like a Christian. If I were raised as a Muslim, I'd probably be praying 5 times a day, and I probably would've never known the taste of pork. If I were raised Jewish, I'd probably be sitting on a tree stump, just waiting for the messiah. If I were raised a Satanist, I probably would've lost my virginity at the age of 10 (not that Satanists do that. But you know, pleasure is a gift for them). I'm not saying that all these religious people are like this, I'm just saying that this is probably what I'd be like if I were raised under their religions.
I'm not telling you to stop believing in what you believe. I'm not telling you to start believing what I believe. I'm telling you to believe what you want to, and let other people believe what they wish as well.
So off of that topic, and now we go on to our last one. My religion. Pretty vain, yeah? But there are still lessons beneath it. You just read on.
I don't consider myself an antichrist. I'm not against your gods, or your beliefs. I'm against religion. I'm against this vanity, this hypocrisy, this self-righteousness, this narrow-mindedness, this waste of time.
I don't hate you, or your beliefs, but I do hate what you people do with them. You use your religions as an excuse for everything. You rub your beliefs in other people's faces, and you judge other people who don't agree with you. You say that other people will never be "saved" because they don't worship your god.
I'm against the practice of it all. I'm against going to mass so that your leaders could feed you with all their opinions so that you could take them in and believe in them as facts. I'm against teaching religion and all this spiritual health bullshit in schools. I'm against giving money to your religious factions just so they could be fed and just so they could make more buildings to gather at. I'm against praying for every single thing you want, and every single thing you do.
You could all do so much better things with your money and your time. Instead of praying before a big test, why not study your ass off? Instead of giving your money to the Catholic priests, why not give them to the starving kids in the streets? Instead of giving money to your churches so they could make more churches, why not give them to orphanages and programs that make houses for people without homes? Instead of taking up a theology course in college to add up to the unnecessarily large number of priests and pastors, why not take up medicine and save lives? Look at the Vatican. Look at their buildings, their statues, their museums and everything in them. These are the same people who preach humility, and yet look.
I don't know what religion I would fall under. I'm no Catholic, or Deist, or Atheist, or Satanist, or Jew, or Mormon, Scientologist, Muslim, or whatever. I don't really know, and to be honest, I don't care. It's just another label. I believe in what I want to believe, not what other people tell me to.
So what's my religion? I don't really know. All I know is what I believe in. I don't have a name for it, because I don't need a name for it. I'm not a preacher that would go around declaring my beliefs as the way to salvation. I'm just a self-righteous, dork of a potato who sits behind a laptop while listening to loud music all day.
She was stating it as if it were the cold hard truth, and she was talking in the manner that was implying that my secret had gone out. In my mind I only thought, "wtf, bitch, I ain't no antichrist", but it made sense, actually. I don't blame them for thinking of me that way -- well, actually I do. But they're children. What are you going to do?
I asked her this question, "So if I were anti-Christ, why would that make me a bad person?" She defended herself with statements that I could not recall. To be honest, if I recall correctly, she had no valid arguments. All she did was disagree to my points. What were my points? Well, let's see here...
Jews are pretty much antichrists, aren't they? Well, in a way. You see, an antichrist refuses the belief that Jesus is the son of God, and that He is the messiah. An antichrist denies the proclaimed divinity of Jesus Christ. Jews don't believe that Christ was the messiah. Jews are still waiting for the old God's promised savior.
Muslims deny the divinity of Jesus Christ. They don't worship Him or praise Him. They acknowledge Jesus as only a mere prophet. But none of you are hating on the Muslims... well, not all of you, at least.
Do you want me to keep going? Of course not. Nobody wants me to keep going, but I still feel that you have not yet gotten my point. Well, here's my point right now: get your facts straight before you claim truth. If you still don't understand that, well, I have a very simple way of stating my point: don't jump to conclusions.
That's not my only point though. That's only the first out of my three points, which are:
- Claiming your statements as truth when your points are false. Check.
- Being judgmental.
- My Religion. Again.
But I don't judge people because of what they are, or what they look like, or what they believe in. I judge people from the things that I know they do. I admit that I think that underage drinkers are shallow and whatnot, but that's just me. Like I said, I'm a judgmental asshole.
But when you're racist, or sexist, or you love to stereotype or generalize people, then you deserve a punch to the face by none other than myself. Why? Because I've never punched anyone in the face in my whole life, but then again, I'm not one for physical pain. I target your emotions.
Think about it this way: you think that antichrists are evil because they don't believe in your savior. Well, here's some news for you: I've never seen Jesus in my life. I've never seen His dad either. I wasn't around when he resurrected. I wasn't around when he walked on water. I wasn't around when he made that blind dude see. I wasn't around when he washed his homies' feet. I have no proof of anything, and I doubt that you do. I doubt that you were there when he came back to life with all the lighting effects in the background. What makes you believe is faith. What makes other people believe is faith. So who are you to say that your faith is right, and theirs isn't?
Here's a story: I was raised Catholic, until a couple years ago when my family and I turned Christian. At those times, I used to think to myself that I was totally going to chill out in heaven after I die because I believe in God. But I always wondered why there were other religions. I always thought that they were stupid for not believing Christianity. I always thought that their lives were headed only for eternal damnation, and then it hit me. Like what someone very close to me had said, my mind, like a blooming flower, opened up. I realized that how true my beliefs were to me, were just as true as what their beliefs were to them. I was raised Christian, so I thought like a Christian. If I were raised as a Muslim, I'd probably be praying 5 times a day, and I probably would've never known the taste of pork. If I were raised Jewish, I'd probably be sitting on a tree stump, just waiting for the messiah. If I were raised a Satanist, I probably would've lost my virginity at the age of 10 (not that Satanists do that. But you know, pleasure is a gift for them). I'm not saying that all these religious people are like this, I'm just saying that this is probably what I'd be like if I were raised under their religions.
I'm not telling you to stop believing in what you believe. I'm not telling you to start believing what I believe. I'm telling you to believe what you want to, and let other people believe what they wish as well.
So off of that topic, and now we go on to our last one. My religion. Pretty vain, yeah? But there are still lessons beneath it. You just read on.
I don't consider myself an antichrist. I'm not against your gods, or your beliefs. I'm against religion. I'm against this vanity, this hypocrisy, this self-righteousness, this narrow-mindedness, this waste of time.
I don't hate you, or your beliefs, but I do hate what you people do with them. You use your religions as an excuse for everything. You rub your beliefs in other people's faces, and you judge other people who don't agree with you. You say that other people will never be "saved" because they don't worship your god.
I'm against the practice of it all. I'm against going to mass so that your leaders could feed you with all their opinions so that you could take them in and believe in them as facts. I'm against teaching religion and all this spiritual health bullshit in schools. I'm against giving money to your religious factions just so they could be fed and just so they could make more buildings to gather at. I'm against praying for every single thing you want, and every single thing you do.
You could all do so much better things with your money and your time. Instead of praying before a big test, why not study your ass off? Instead of giving your money to the Catholic priests, why not give them to the starving kids in the streets? Instead of giving money to your churches so they could make more churches, why not give them to orphanages and programs that make houses for people without homes? Instead of taking up a theology course in college to add up to the unnecessarily large number of priests and pastors, why not take up medicine and save lives? Look at the Vatican. Look at their buildings, their statues, their museums and everything in them. These are the same people who preach humility, and yet look.
I don't know what religion I would fall under. I'm no Catholic, or Deist, or Atheist, or Satanist, or Jew, or Mormon, Scientologist, Muslim, or whatever. I don't really know, and to be honest, I don't care. It's just another label. I believe in what I want to believe, not what other people tell me to.
So what's my religion? I don't really know. All I know is what I believe in. I don't have a name for it, because I don't need a name for it. I'm not a preacher that would go around declaring my beliefs as the way to salvation. I'm just a self-righteous, dork of a potato who sits behind a laptop while listening to loud music all day.
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So, that's kind of all for today.
To be honest, I was trying to sound like
an Englishman, but then I kind of lost it as
I wrote on. But anyways,
Cheerio
To be honest, I was trying to sound like
an Englishman, but then I kind of lost it as
I wrote on. But anyways,
Cheerio
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