Thursday, August 11, 2011

I'm coming out...as an Atheist.

Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent. Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent. Is he both able and willing? Then whence cometh evil? Is he neither able nor willing? Then why call him God?
- Epicurus [341–270 B.C.]

This is a long time coming, I've been questioning faith and religion since I was 13, and lost my faith in "God" that same summer (ironically, while attending a Christian summer camp). I generally classify myself as a soft atheist, or agnostic atheist [read: fence-sitter], meaning if I saw proof, I'd be willing to change my mind, but, the proof has to be there, and until that proof is there, I don't know if there is anything up there, and as of yet, only have evidence to the contrary (and a TON of very confusing messages in a very interesting religious text). 

Though this has been a part of my life for over a decade now, I tend to keep it fairly quiet; people tend to try to save, or perhaps worse, argue their case against Atheists. But allow me to say, the Atheists I know are some of the most studious when it comes to religion, they know your religious text better than you probably do, because it's only with intense study can one really decide that these texts are too contradictory, too confusing, and not to mention the whole new testament: written 100+ years after the big JC sacrificed himself [to himself for things he knew we were going to do anyway?]...and they've been heavily edited and translated multiple times (has anyone ever played the game telephone?), not to mention there are books that we'll never see in full, books of that big ol' religious text that have kept hidden in the catacombs of the Vatican - they've chosen the books you get to read. 

But that's not the story here, the story is: I'm comfortable with being an Atheist, I've done my research, and as of now, firmly believe that humans have created God as a means to deal with their own mortality, their own morality, and their uncertainty. And, it's just not for me. I could go on, and there will probably be other Atheist related posts, but for now, this is it. I've come out, a proud Atheist.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

F*cking Perfect

"Don't let your past dictate who you are, but let it be part of who you will become"
- Louis Mandylor.
I can see my future rapidly approaching: it's daunting. Now, the daunting nature of my impending life is not due to the future itself, no, the future is glowing with the warmth and excitement of the unknown, of the unplanned. My fear is deeply rooted in my past and present.

For years I have known that the majority of my decisions are not made for my own benefit. They are made to benefit a number of people in my life. My entire reasoning for life is to appease these people. And everyday I wake up with the firm knowledge that I have failed, and will continue to fail. I will disappoint those people damn-near daily, for the rest of my life. Because that is life. That is my life. 

That can't be my life. Can it? I mean seriously?  

I keep telling myself, I will live my life for me. But every time one of those specific people talk to me, I am suddenly reminded of whom I am actually living for. All I want is to please these people, and I can't. It's impossible. I am constantly striving for perfection: I must be fit, I must be motivated, I must be gregarious, I must be happy, I must be achieved, I must be successful, I must be perfect...I can't help but feel like if I keep striving for that perfection, if I can achieve some version of perfection then no one can ask anything else of me, but I know that's faulty logic. Perfection doesn't exist, and the people I aim to please will never be pleased, and anything achieved will be expected to be surpassed. 

The only thing I can do, is desperately attempt to let go of my need to please, admit defeat, and embrace the inevitable disappointments I will create. Because, at the end of the day, you can either love the imperfect version of me, or constantly be disappointed in the exhausted version of me that's trying to perform the impossible.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

What do I want??

Last night someone asked me, "What do you want?". I was INSTANTLY floored! What do I want?? What a novel fucking concept! 

Then it hit me...I very rarely consider what I want, I mean, sometimes it'll occur to me that I want something, but then fifteen people that I care about pop into my head and suddenly my singular want becomes void. Does it matter what I want if it'll make someone disappointed, distrustful, disgusted, sad, hurt, afraid? Can I sit here, and honestly say, that my desires are more important than their happiness? ....Well...sometimes it's a draw, but normally? My desires don't outweigh their personal happiness.


However, sometimes I dream.  It's a magical place, where I can do and say and feel what I want, when I want, how I want. I'm never in fear of someone else's interpretations of my actions, their feelings regarding my choices. I can be whomever I choose to be. It's pure freedom. In the real world however, I've made a list of things I want/don't want. ROLL THAT SWEET BEAN FOOTAGE!

  • I don't want to go to grad school
  • I want to get married (preferably before I'm sterile, old, or too jaded to give a shit)
  • I don't want to pay bills any more
  • I want to travel 
  • I want security
  • I want to own my own house
  • I'd really love to hit the lotto
  • I don't give a damn about making the "right" decisions, I give a damn about keeping you happy and off my back
  • I'd love to have a little herd of hellion children
  • My Degree? Couldn't care less about it. It's a means to an end...I'd rather be doing FX makeup.
So, some might ask, why not just do what you want? And, my dear readers, the answer is simple: because I'm not stupid.  No, I don't want to go to grad school, but if I don't go, I lose all security, and a HUGE chunk of (possible) salary, which, in effect makes it so travel is less likely, owning a home is less likely (especially in this lovely and expensive state), affording to have kids etc. I do, what I do for a reason. It keeps things running smoothly...well...mostly. So, unless that lotto win is in my future, I'll keep doing what I do.

But I don't always have to like it!

    Tuesday, June 28, 2011

    It's that time again...

    RANT TIME!!! Okay, it's been a long time...like almost a friggen month! Ugh, I'm such a slacker. But for your reading pleasure I'm going to discuss (yes, we're going with 'discuss') a few topics that have come up in my life, my state, and my friends lives.

    So, the video game law...for those who don't know a law was suggested (then quickly killed by the Supreme Court) that would disallows stores from selling video games rated "Mature" to persons under 18. To me, this seems benign-if they can't get into R movies without mom and dad why can they purchase violent and disturbing video games? But some are getting all sorts of up-in-arms about this. They claim that this law is, in effect, the government telling them how to parent. I can't help but disagree. Your kids can still have the video game, you just have to be in the store with them. The Supreme Court, however, ruled this law "unconstitutional" siting that the law "violates the constitutional guarantee of free expression, which allows young people access to creative works such as books, films and onscreen simulations about even the most extreme brutality" So...boobs bad, rape and murder good? Awesome. Glad we've got that under control.

    In other news, and maybe this is all anecdotal...why are men mostly retarded? I mean that in the nicest way, but dear god! Just a couple things you "hangers" might want to keep in mind:
    1. You are not always right. (Neither are we)
    2. You are not nearly as "unique" and "interesting" as you think you are, it's nothing personal, we love you just the same, but stop telling us how different from other men you are (especially if you can't back it up). 
    3. After a while, words mean very little without something to back them up. Yes, it sucks, but if we hear how much you love us followed by a rant or you yelling at us for a few hours...it kind of loses some of its meaning. SHOW US you love us, SHOW US that we mean the world to you. 
    4. Don't get jealous over stupid shit. If we've stayed with you this long after all your shit, likelihood is we're going to continue to stick around. 
    5. Push us enough, we WILL leave, no matter how much we love you. 
    So, bottom line men: Actions speak louder than words and learn when to shut up.

    Now that the man's work is out of the way...WOMEN--STOP MAKING THE REST OF YOUR GENDER LOOK LIKE SHIT!!! that is all.

    TV and other things that make me shudder, gag, and fill me with sadness. Jersey Shore, Jerseylicious, Housewives of wherethefuckever, Jackass, Teen Mom, Toddlers and Tiaras, Dr. 90210, and so on, and so forth...This is what should be commonly known as CRAP TV. No, more than crap, this shit is poison. This makes me sick. Yes, it's damn amusing, but it's beyond horrible for our society to a. be known for that crap, and b. to idolize those who are in those shows. It is wrong that the scum who "work" on Jersey Shore are paid more than our President, it is wrong that housewives need a TV show just because they have money, it is wrong that people get paid to make STUPID decisions like get bit by a snake or have a toy car shoved up their ass, become celebrities for being irresponsible sexually, for whoring out your kids, and to not even be real plastic surgeons (and, btw, they aren't). This is fucking disgusting and we should be ashamed.

    So, moral of this story is that we, as humans, need to step the fuck up.

     Read more on the Videogame law here:
    http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2011/06/28/MN9Q1K37ED.DTL

    Thursday, June 9, 2011

    ...it's only the rest of my life....

    Okay, I've been slacking, I've been reading and enjoying the lulls of my one six-week class, not over-doing anything, and relaxing. It's been rather blissful compared to the chaos that was spring semester. So, what the heck am I writing about today? Well, to be quite frank (and I'm never frank, sometimes I'm not even "Em") I haven't a clue what I'll write about. 

    My next few weeks are going to be a little hectic, between birthdays, retirements, fathers day, a friends wedding, and a trip to Vegas (not to mention bi-weekly physical therapy), I'm on the brink of another rush of acceleration! All the while feeding my anxious cat her kitty-Valium, studying developmental psychopathology which, I assure you, is thoroughly fascinating, and attempting to choose Master's Degree programs (maybe even doctorate programs) to apply to in the fall. Life is...busy...but apparently not busy enough. They, (and isn't it always the proverbial 'they'?) want me to do more. I need to be volunteering, interning, networking, dancing, singing, and parading my awesomeness despite my general lack of interest and exhaustion. Really, I guess the biggest problems I have right now, it the seemingly simple, What the hell do I do with the rest of my life? question. 

    Looking a different programs I'm forced to look at how many more years I want to spend in school, not to mention what do I even want to study should I want to continue to educate myself (which I kind of have to, as I chose a stupid major in which a BS will take me all of nowhere...smart move on my part) do I want to go out of my major and study something else that might be slightly more practical? Do I want to stay within my field and go all the way, attempt a PhD? If I stay in my field do I go clinical? Occupational? Something else? If I leave my field...where should I go? Do I want to spend 2, 4, 5, or 7 more years in school and sacrifice the last bits of my youth to the cold walls of University? Where will any of this take me? 

    I don't know any of these answers, I'm randomly searching for the rest of my life, and completely lost. No one can tell me the answers, and I don't really have anyone to help, but soon, I will have to come to a conclusion, sooner rather than later. 

    So, off I go, to medicate my cat and finish my cocktail. This decision can wait another day.

    Tuesday, May 24, 2011

    List

    So, I've been reading, ::wait, no? Em, you read?:: yes, it's true. I've been reading a religious book filled with Satanism, cults, human sacrifice, power, previous lives...but more than any of that it has a very strong message about women. Their strength, their courage, their subtle power...it's all quite refreshing to hear. But one passage in particular struck me, it was a simple list about what the main female character wished men knew about women. For my purposes I'll give an abridged version as I find it fairly pertinent.

    Maggie O'Connor's [abridged] List from Bless the Child, by Cathy Cash Spellman
    *My added thoughts will be added in italics. 
    • Women need to be listened to, not just heard
    • They crave romance and tenderness like drowning men crave a raft
    • They follow their instincts and their hears implicitly and are, therefore, immensely rational
    • Then need to have birthdays and anniversaries remembered with the same enthusiasm as fight dates, hockey playoffs, (video game and movie release dates) and the World Series
    • The do not get immense joy from cleaning ovens and bathrooms and kitchens
    • They cry, not because they're weak, but because they're in touch with their feelings
    • Even if they are strong, they like to feel protected and safe
    • Periods do not make them crazy, unclean, or prone to attacks by wild animals
    • They read Gothic novels because they still dream of someone loving them more than life itself
    • The need to be loved, desired, trusted, and respected, not just during courtship, but forever
    • Certain things cannot be unsaid to them
    Well, that is pretty much it for today, I really enjoyed her list and from what I've heard from friends and family it seems like it is fairly appropriate for most, probably not all, but a good portion of women out there. 

    Monday, May 23, 2011

    Mawwage!

    Maybe it's just that time of year, maybe it's just that I've reached that  age where everyone is beginning to settle down and pop out them babies...or maybe I'm just becoming slightly sensitive to all the talk but Marriage seems to be a very popular subject these days. Whose Wedding is it Anyway?, Bridzilla, A Wedding Story, and the Royal wedding (though behind us almost a month now) still in headlines, weddings seem the "IT"  thing right now. And I've got to be honest with you...the more I think about it, the less sense it makes.

    In the good ol' days, and for my purposes lets just say anytime from mans creation/evolution on this planet until the 1950's (ish) traditional marriages had a purpose. Generally, women didn't work and if they did they earned much less than men (and a part of their "job" was child rearing), so, in effect, women needed  a husband to help out the family....not to mention that children were actually just little workers for whatever job mom and dad had. I can pretty much promise you that the majority of families in the sixteenth century did not give a rip what their child's aspirations were. That child was going to do whatever the hell mom and dad did, and that was it. Enter World War II, women went to work, and *gasp* some of them liked it! So, even when the men came home, some of the women didn't rush back to their abandoned kitchens, they stayed at work, they fought like hell to stay at work. And from that day forward, we women, were, in many respects, free of our dependence on men.

    Now, by no means am I disrespecting traditional marriage. I have been raised as many other women in my generation; you grow up, go to college, get married, have children and a career, etc. My parents have been married for over thirty years! So, in many ways marriage was something I was expecting, wanting, and to a certain extent needing. But as I've grown, I've realized, in this day and age, the entire theory behind marriage seems antiquated, out dated, and over all, unnecessary. Why do I say this? Well, for now, we'll put aside how ludicrous the entire ceremony is, and just look at the logic of the union. Two people (I don't really care which two) but two people who want to be together, and need a piece of paper for legalities, and have to pay money to do so...maybe it's just me, but, as a a woman, I don't need a man in my life to become a mother. I need sperm, and lets face it boys, you all throw that around willy-nilly! I can go to a clinic or simply to a bar to get that. Moreover, people argue that the couple raises the child, not one more than the other...but lets face it, the woman does the majority of child rearing (generally and traditionally speaking, I'm by no means undermining the stay at home or single fathers). The woman carries the child, births the child, nourishes the child - those things are inherent to women alone - biologically. Plus, in this day and age women make almost as much as men do and thus, can afford to raise the child alone!

    So, why anti-marriage? Well, frankly, not many people make it out to be this wonderful thing. Most people seem rather miserable in marriage, even if only quietly. Not to mention that marriage is an industry, and a multi-billion dollar industry at that. The average wedding in America costs over $20,000, the average divorce costs the same, and you have less than a 50/50 chance of making your marriage work. So...you're proposed to, and the proposal is actually a $40,000(+) question: do I roll the dice, gamble a little, spend the money on the chance, and it's not even a good chance, that this will work out? And that's all without looking at the fact that most modern women are on some form of birth control (for whatever reason) which effectively changes who they're attracted to (birth control tricks your body chemistry into believing you're already pregnant, thus effecting who you are attracted to chemically, because if your body chemistry is convinced your pregnant your not going to pick up on the same pheromones), so we're becoming attracted to, effectively, the wrong people to start with. Then, we're risking money, lots and lots of money. The wedding, the alimony, the child support, mutual assets and properties, lawyer fees, the divorce costs...all for a relationship? Whereas, don't get married (instantly save, on average, 20K), have the relationship, if you decide to share assets make written contracts regarding ownership and separation, be cautious about who you breed with, be self sufficient, etc. and the only costs of a break up would be potential child support. It just makes more sense. I don't need the state or the federal government to tell me who I can love or how I can love them. I certainly don't need to spend that money (I mean 20K is a new car, or a down payment on a house!).

    So, for now, I don't see the reason, I fail to understand the full purpose. It seems an elaborate celebration of arrogance that isn't worth the risks associated.