This is one of those post where 1) my opinion is law, 2) we didn’t take time to research and wrote this on the fly, 3) subjects encompassed are of category I actually try to talk about with friends (as opposed to writing), like this lady [we'll call her "A"], and 4) you don’t have to read if you’re easily offended with regards to 1. Just so we’re clear and you comment accordingly.
So the other day one of my roommates friends decided we needed to have “the talk”. But we weren’t going to be talking about sex, on no (which really sucks cause I’m always down for a little sex talk; the longer the better I always say), we were going to talk about religion. Specifically, my relationship with this thing called “God”.
*Hahahahahahaha!*MASSSIVE giggles*
He started by feeling me out (metaphorically speaking), tailoring his message to my goals and personality; strong start I’ll give him that. He tried to appeal to my education, bright personality, my personal happiness; anything to find a button and keep my attention. Classic sales trick, by the way. He even brought his life story into play and argued that given the massive difference in our age, and all the knowledge and wisdom he’d acquired over his lifetime, considering his “Lord” was probably the best investment I could ever make, because without “Him”, I will [allegedly] never find personal happiness.
And all of this, while to convince to me to believe in something I simply choose not to, was spurned because I looked down, distracted, and he sensed, he was “told” by his “God” that I needed to be talked to. He assumed problem, tried to fix it, assumed that his help was the only thing needed to fix the assumed problem, and tried to convince me that without his solution, my problem would never go away. No offense, but drug dealers do that same shit to the disenfranchised every fucking day. Just something to keep in mind.
And then at the end of this long, thought-out lecture, this guy admits he never took the time to learn my name!?!? Okay….way to make a sale Random-Gospel Guy.
Now let me make something clear, I’ve got no problem with those who believe; regardless what they believe in. Further, I’d never say what my title does to someone in person; even though that’s EXACTLY how I feel everything this “talk” comes up. I have dated and friended some of the most devout people to ever walk this Earth. I have respect for the genre, just not the love.
However, I think that if I am having problems, they are my own damn business and not a goddamn explanation owed to anyone. That if I wanted to talk to you about them I would. That if religion solved everything, then it would’ve by now. That I’m fucking old enough to decide whether I want religion in my life and what type at that. And even if I wasn’t, you don’t (and you never will) have the right to push any opinion down my throat as fact. I don’t need religion to solve my life. You might, and you might think I do. But I don’t. And I think it’d be nice if so many people stopped trying to convince me otherwise.
I’m Agnostic by the way. I won’t bother to explain what that is, since most people don’t actually know what it means to be Agnostic and only have the vague idea they do because they’re too damn lazy to look into it themselves. So stop being so damn lazy and go learn something, stupid.
The religious I meet ask me to take so much into consideration; I just wish they’d take my opinions into consideration too, before all too often assuming (much like their critics of their deities) that they don’t exist.
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Preach, lls.