User blog:AustinDR/Talk

I am literally getting tired of the extensive conversations that my mom dishes out to me. For one, with the whole argument on Christianity. My mom always throws out how I used to really read the bible stories that she would buy me, or how I was knowledgeable on the passages. The thing is, I still understand some parts of the Bible, but even then....I was becoming skeptical of what I had read. I never, ever criticize people for their religious beliefs. While I may personally find them strange, I never call them idiots for what they believe. But the breaking point for me is where my mom flat out says that the Devil has control over my mind. That's right: she outright said I was possessed. Normally, I'm tolerant of religion, but this only makes me even more hostile towards the concept. Look, I'm sorry if I find the idea that there was a world-wide flood that killed everyone, but an old man, his family, and two of every animal, by being in a big box-shapped boat. Or forgive me for thinking that the idea of a man coming back after three days a little implausible. When you die, you die. You do not come back after death. That is physically and scientifically impossible. While I'm not saying that Jesus didn't exist, I personally am skeptical of him being divine in nature. Mostly because we have no documents other than the Gospels that state this. Look, I'm sorry that I personally find the idea of "oh, just have faith" like a cop out. Humans are naturally curious creatures, but whenever you ask if any of the supernatural stuff in the Bible actually happened, you would get an answer in the lines of "it just is" or "don't get too smart for God." I don't try to be a know-it-all or anything like that, but when you just say something happens "just because," you're deliberately disregarding what makes you human by not questioning anything you're being taught.

And then, once again, my mom tries to guilt trip me by saying I'll let my grandmother down. I hate whenever my parents do that. They did it once when they forced me to delete what I said on facebook about how I had no problem with same sex marriage, and here my mom goes again, using my grandmother as some emotional crutch. I love my grandmother with all my heart; I help her get into the car whenever we go somewhere, I do the clothes for her, I even help her read the bible eevry now and then, and yet, just because I "changed" I might end up disappointing her. That's not even getting into how my mom berates me for watching Family Guy or South Park because it has profanity or murder in it. Look, I like black comedy, that's one of teh reasons as to why I like those shows. However, I know that profanity, committing vile acts, or killing someone is wrong, and I would never act on that impulse. And yet here they are thinking that it'll corrupt my mind. Or then she chastises me for watching The Loud House even though she knows that it's one of the few shows that make me genuinely happy. Look, I may talk too much on the show or focus on it too much, but it's because it's really hard to express my love for the show. And that's not even getting into how now, I may just have to stop drawing altogether due to my mom taking offense at some of the drawings I do, much like when I draw women (there is nothing provocative about the drawings I do; I draw these things because I wanted to improve on my drawing. That is all).

Ultimately, while I understand that my mom wants me to be more well-rounded - like spending less time on the internet - my opinion on religion is really starting to sour more than it already was. I just see God as you'd see Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy: those are things that you are taught to believe in when you're young, but as you grow up, you begin to realize it was all smoke and mirrors. You don't have to agree with my views, but I insist that you at the very least respect my opinions, and I'll do the same for you.