I made my own homoesexual bible in tweet form!

In the begining;

Then he started making angels;

Then shit got real;

Oh Mum

I think I should start this post by clarifying that I do in fact love my mother, but sometimes, her hypocrisy in regards to religious topics and her continuos failed attempts to bring me back to the “flock” really do irritate me something fierce.

I have a friend who is a Jehovah’s Witness. I have no interest in joining his faith and have made that clear with both him and my mother. Yet still, she feels he is the reason I’m an atheist. She doesn’t take my atheism seriously, she considers it a transition stage between faiths. Surely no decent person could live without a faith of some kind.

What really bothers me, is that she refers to him as indoctrinated yet claims her religion to be truth. This is just infuriating. You can’t claim your blind faith is any better than anyone else’s blind faith. 

Mum: Has he tried to convert you?

Me: No more than you have.

Mum: And you’re not interested?

Me: I dismiss his beliefs as mush as I dismiss yours.

Mum: That is pretty dismissive of you.

Me: I like to treat everyone equally. I like to be fair.

Mum: I still think you like our faith best.

At this point I had had enough and I remembered once more, talking to the indoctrinated is at best like talking to a wall. At worst, the wall becomes aggressive. So I left, before harsh words we both meant, were said. I simply don’t understand why my non belief is such a big issue. I don’t ever start any of these arguments, but at the same time, I’m not going to submit any time they flare up.

I have every right to reject your fairytales if I want to. Don’t get me wrong, the end result of your faith, the prize, it certainly seems nice. I just, would rather not stand by an organization that commits atrocities to get this prize. I’m going to live a good life. If I’m wrong and some deity or paradise exists, then he/she/it can judge me on the good deeds I’ve done. Not on how many times I’ve gotten on my knees and said hello to him/her/it in my head. 

Train Journey To Hell

I made the mistake of sitting beside an old woman on the train. There were no other seats available so I could not move. She saw the glitter in my hair, a pink bracelet on my wrist, and from both of these, she sensed the “sin” of fornication. I’ve never been so offended by someone, but what was worse was that I couldn’t say anything to her. She was old, as stupid as it sounds I would have felt awful upsetting her.

She told me I was going to hell. A woman who does not know me, told me I was going to hell. She was so sure in her beliefs, so happy to spout her indoctrination. She claimed my science degree would make me a servant of the enemy. I just sat in silence as tears filled my eyes. I feel so stupid for not shouting back, but I couldn’t. How would that have looked, a teenager in a hood arguing with an old woman? How would I have felt afterwards?

But don’t worry apparently I’m not the only one going to hell. I’m also going to see the jews and atheists there. She also said, that girls who are raped are leading men into sin with their provocative dress. At this I snapped. I clenched my fists and stared at her until she stopped talking. But not before she said, that she would pray that a woman would find me, save me and become my wife. I think that hurt the most.

A stupid old woman brought tears to my eyes, that’s how weak I am. If anything today has reinforced my belief that religion is nothing but a poison to society. How dare a woman who does not know me condemn me and so many others to hell. I’m a good person!

They used to ask me, why was I so bitter about religion? Why did I get so angry that other people believed? For a long time I couldn’t answer it, but now I know why. The reason I am angry and bitter when it comes to religion is because one person’s beliefs may well be my persecution. Perhaps that is selfish. Although which person is selfish is entirely up for debate.

What is a man, but the sum of his memories.

I just finished assassin’s creed revelations. Such a hollow thing it is to finish it. I’ve spent close to six years watching the characters of both Altair and Ezio. I’ve experienced most of their lives, even if they are just fictional characters. But the story, the experiences and the journeys feel just as real. It is a strange thing, someone who experiences stories, experiences many different lives and countless points of view. We grow with characters and as such there is power in storytelling to shape the minds of countless generations, to teach morals, values and to pass on wisdom.

Both the stories of Altair and Ezio have ended, there is no more knowledge that they can impart. It is a hollow victory. Stories are not about the destination, but the journey. The journey is what makes them truly great and now that journey is over.

Nothing is true, everything is permitted.

To anyone that has never experienced Assassin’s Creed before, I urge you to play it. The lessons within are invaluable. Do not be content, always strive for the truth.