There are some subjects I stay away from. I avoid them like the plague. Politics and religion are the things I steer clear of. Earlier this week, I commented on a quote by Oscar Wilde. I like most quotes Iāve seen from him, but the danger is that they are taken out of context. Iām not sure if this was in or out of context, but the quote was āevery sinner has a future every saint has a pastā. I actually quite like this quote, Iāve nothing against it, in fact.
What I object to, is people misusing the words āsaintā and āsinnerā. Now, bear in mind, that Iām no theologian, but in order to be a saint, one has to be recognised as such by someone in religious authority. The whole sinner/saint thing is mostly Christian. On this quote, I said āIām neither sinner, nor saint because Iām not Christian, so those beliefs donāt apply to me, only my own beliefs do :)ā I could have probably said it better, but Iāve not got much time to mince my words. Itās the truth. No, not the truth, my truth.
Of course, I then got attacked for saying that. Most of them slung barbs at me, calling me names, calling me smug, and stopping short of telling me Iām going to hell. None of them actually provided an argument, saying why I was wrong, in their opinion. My comment got 33 likes (the last time I checked) and the people who attacked me got significantly less. At least 33 people agreed, or at least had the balls to imply that they agreed.
Iām not against Christians, in any way. To me, theyāre just people. What I am against, and this isnāt just Christians, but anyone who uses their religion to allow them to be an arsehole. I try not to force my views in peopleās faces. I try to be respectful. There are some religious people who donāt, and I find it really unfair that they are the ones who are most often heard.
It seems that we only hear the negative things. Or at least we only pay attention to the negative things. Yesterday, or sometime, anyway, I was on a bus. I picked up a newspaper, turned to the funnies, then after reading them, turned to the front page. I couldnāt read the paper for very long, because it made me angry and depressed. Iād forgotten that that was why I stopped reading newspapers, and started getting my news online. Getting my news online, I can choose what I read. I can do that with a newspaper, but it feels like Iām less in control. I like control.
Speaking of control, I need to control my excitement. Excitement? Yeah, Iām seeing one of my favourite bands, Lacuna Coil tomorrow. This will be the second time Iāve seen them and I hope to be able to get some merch signed by... Well, Cristina Scabbia, mostly, but the whole band would be cool. Iām gonna be brutally honest, I fancy her. It isnāt so much that sheās so lovely to look at, but how she feels.
Sheās this pint-sized wee thing, and passionate to boot. Thatās why I find myself drawn to her. Maybe it isnāt so much that I fancy her, but that I just feel drawn to her. Sheās got a huge presence and... I dunno, I just really admire her. Thereās just something about her, that je ne sais quoi. I know Iām looking forward to seeing the band tomorrow, I just hope I can have a drink when Iām there.
Iām 29, and still getting asked for ID. I know some people think of it as a good thing, but I donāt. I hate it. Whenever I get asked for ID, it feels like theyāre saying that I look about 17. The legal drinking age here in the UK is 18. And hereās a bit that gets frustrating. A lot of shops have a policy called Think 25. It means that if you look under 25, you have to provide ID to prove that youāre... Over 18. What the fuck? Does that make some kind of sense that Iām not in on?
Hopefully, once I get a job, Iāll have enough money to renew my passport, which will give me a form of ID, and will enable me to visit Aria. Yāallāve (a double contraction! Go me!) heard me go on about Aria before, so Iāll save it. Fuckit, I love her. Anyway, Iāve not been in a full time job for about five years, so Iām a little nervous, but thatās if I get the job, so no point being all nervous about it.
Iāve been trying to improve my social skills. I always make a distinction when people say that theyāre antisocial. Youāre not antisocial, youāre antisociable, meaning youād rather not socialise. I need to socialise, but I donāt really want to. Except lately, Iāve been wanting to.
I think Iāve said this before, but Iāve started going to a Pagan moot regularly. Iāve made friends with a couple of people there, but Iām still a bit awkward around them. Thereās this one girl Iād like to talk to, but I think because sheās so confident in her beliefs, and herself, Iām a little intimidated. Now, Iām not one of those people who really cares what people think of me, and neither am I not confident (is there a better word for that? It seems silly.), but seeing people who are so confident and who are more knowledgeable than me, can make me feel as if Iām in the spotlight.
I suppose I should talk to more people, but Iām happy with the little group I seem to have fallen in with.
Iāve been typing this for the past hour or so, and Iāve got absolutely no pain in my wrist. I did a clear out in my bedroom. Wasnāt very tidy, but anyway, I found a wristband. You know those sweatbands for the wrist? Yeah, one of them. Itās just tight enough to keep my tendon from swelling, but loose enough to allow my fingers to still move. I love it! With this, Iāll be able to finish more stories. Thank fuck for that.
Iāve enjoy writing this musing, but I think its time has come to an end. I think Iāve finally grasped (this is embarrassing to admit) the difference between āitāsā and āitsā. I know, itās so fucking basic, I should know what the difference is, but sometimes the basics are the toughest things to grasp. Still, Iāve got it now, so Iām happy!
This is unedited, so excuse the errors. Itās exactly how I thought of it, for better or worse. See ya!
Kittylove
Andrew =^.^=
P.S I love you, Aria.
What I object to, is people misusing the words āsaintā and āsinnerā. Now, bear in mind, that Iām no theologian, but in order to be a saint, one has to be recognised as such by someone in religious authority. The whole sinner/saint thing is mostly Christian. On this quote, I said āIām neither sinner, nor saint because Iām not Christian, so those beliefs donāt apply to me, only my own beliefs do :)ā I could have probably said it better, but Iāve not got much time to mince my words. Itās the truth. No, not the truth, my truth.
Of course, I then got attacked for saying that. Most of them slung barbs at me, calling me names, calling me smug, and stopping short of telling me Iām going to hell. None of them actually provided an argument, saying why I was wrong, in their opinion. My comment got 33 likes (the last time I checked) and the people who attacked me got significantly less. At least 33 people agreed, or at least had the balls to imply that they agreed.
Iām not against Christians, in any way. To me, theyāre just people. What I am against, and this isnāt just Christians, but anyone who uses their religion to allow them to be an arsehole. I try not to force my views in peopleās faces. I try to be respectful. There are some religious people who donāt, and I find it really unfair that they are the ones who are most often heard.
It seems that we only hear the negative things. Or at least we only pay attention to the negative things. Yesterday, or sometime, anyway, I was on a bus. I picked up a newspaper, turned to the funnies, then after reading them, turned to the front page. I couldnāt read the paper for very long, because it made me angry and depressed. Iād forgotten that that was why I stopped reading newspapers, and started getting my news online. Getting my news online, I can choose what I read. I can do that with a newspaper, but it feels like Iām less in control. I like control.
Speaking of control, I need to control my excitement. Excitement? Yeah, Iām seeing one of my favourite bands, Lacuna Coil tomorrow. This will be the second time Iāve seen them and I hope to be able to get some merch signed by... Well, Cristina Scabbia, mostly, but the whole band would be cool. Iām gonna be brutally honest, I fancy her. It isnāt so much that sheās so lovely to look at, but how she feels.
Sheās this pint-sized wee thing, and passionate to boot. Thatās why I find myself drawn to her. Maybe it isnāt so much that I fancy her, but that I just feel drawn to her. Sheās got a huge presence and... I dunno, I just really admire her. Thereās just something about her, that je ne sais quoi. I know Iām looking forward to seeing the band tomorrow, I just hope I can have a drink when Iām there.
Iām 29, and still getting asked for ID. I know some people think of it as a good thing, but I donāt. I hate it. Whenever I get asked for ID, it feels like theyāre saying that I look about 17. The legal drinking age here in the UK is 18. And hereās a bit that gets frustrating. A lot of shops have a policy called Think 25. It means that if you look under 25, you have to provide ID to prove that youāre... Over 18. What the fuck? Does that make some kind of sense that Iām not in on?
Hopefully, once I get a job, Iāll have enough money to renew my passport, which will give me a form of ID, and will enable me to visit Aria. Yāallāve (a double contraction! Go me!) heard me go on about Aria before, so Iāll save it. Fuckit, I love her. Anyway, Iāve not been in a full time job for about five years, so Iām a little nervous, but thatās if I get the job, so no point being all nervous about it.
Iāve been trying to improve my social skills. I always make a distinction when people say that theyāre antisocial. Youāre not antisocial, youāre antisociable, meaning youād rather not socialise. I need to socialise, but I donāt really want to. Except lately, Iāve been wanting to.
I think Iāve said this before, but Iāve started going to a Pagan moot regularly. Iāve made friends with a couple of people there, but Iām still a bit awkward around them. Thereās this one girl Iād like to talk to, but I think because sheās so confident in her beliefs, and herself, Iām a little intimidated. Now, Iām not one of those people who really cares what people think of me, and neither am I not confident (is there a better word for that? It seems silly.), but seeing people who are so confident and who are more knowledgeable than me, can make me feel as if Iām in the spotlight.
I suppose I should talk to more people, but Iām happy with the little group I seem to have fallen in with.
Iāve been typing this for the past hour or so, and Iāve got absolutely no pain in my wrist. I did a clear out in my bedroom. Wasnāt very tidy, but anyway, I found a wristband. You know those sweatbands for the wrist? Yeah, one of them. Itās just tight enough to keep my tendon from swelling, but loose enough to allow my fingers to still move. I love it! With this, Iāll be able to finish more stories. Thank fuck for that.
Iāve enjoy writing this musing, but I think its time has come to an end. I think Iāve finally grasped (this is embarrassing to admit) the difference between āitāsā and āitsā. I know, itās so fucking basic, I should know what the difference is, but sometimes the basics are the toughest things to grasp. Still, Iāve got it now, so Iām happy!
This is unedited, so excuse the errors. Itās exactly how I thought of it, for better or worse. See ya!
Kittylove
Andrew =^.^=
P.S I love you, Aria.