Got into another giant argument with dad on faith and belief and whatnot. Well, okay, maybe not argument - he was bitching the entire time, and I just ignored him for the most part and watched Pornography swimming around in his goldfish bowl.
But I honestly have to wonder if I'm this big, horrible person - or sinner, whatever - for not believing what everyone else does. Everyone believes in different things and likes to tell me what I
should believe in, and they're telling me what's real and what's not...it's so much more eassier to just flush it all down a shit-hole and give everything up.
I hate that. I think, once upon a time, I did believe. In
something. But everyone always told me "oh, that's not
real, you
shouldn't believe in
that nonsense," or "that's not how things work." Yeah, what people say suck. But I'm tired of it.
You just don't know what's real and what isn't anymore, or what belief is wrong and what's right. I don't want to believe in some bogus shit, so maybe it's better to not believe at all. Easy way out, and we can all just move on with life.
Oh, and dad? Fuck you. Mom's an
awesome butch lesbian with a mohawk, thanks. I wish
I was an awesome butch lesbian with a mohawk.
