Okay, so here's what happened. I post a video of evolutionary facts, just because I found it interesting. Suddenly my religious nut-job family member, I don't even know what her relation is to me, says, "You must be kidding, you know evolution is crazy!"
First off, don't tell me what my beliefs are. Evolution has been proven - her god is still just myth. Secondly, if you come onto my profile to shove what you believe in down my throat, don't think I won't stand up for my own beliefs. It's that simple. I am not going to sit there and have some old gal try to tell me how to think. She can choose her mindset, but not mine. I will be thirty in just seven years; I think I can make my own decisions.
Now if only I could make my family see that. I've said that so many times I've lost count, and it doesn't even matter. One minute they're telling me to go to Abbotsford all by myself; and the next, they don't even want me to leave the car.
Next time I'll just get out anyway. Actions speak louder than words, right? Even Rapunzel, when she turned eighteen, went against her mother's will, and succeeded. She was in the forest with some wanted thief, she had just the day before been a minor, and even though the horse-riding scene and the other women's clothing brings medieval times to mind, she's showing an awful lot of skin. Yet, for some reason, the mother - the evil bitch of a mother - backs off and lets her leave. I'm twenty-three, I wear thick sweaters in the summertime, I trust no one, I've got a phone, and yet I'm more closely watched than Fluffy's doughnuts. And I don't get it. What do I need to do, to prove I'm not a dumb little girl anymore?
It just sucks, when you'll be thirty soon and nobody believes you can make your own choices. Before I know it, I'll have white hair and wrinkles, and I'll still be under lock and key because they're afraid. I mean, I am too, but if I don't venture out and do stuff for myself, I'll never learn. And then they'll blame me, for being a hermit.
Well, this has helped. I feel better now. I'm going to bed, I guess; and think of where next I can take my book. I had this stroke of genius, actually, where my other book is concerned. I'm going to gather up some freaks like myself, who are interested in mutants and whatever else, and we're all going to pick one character and write in only that one person's perspective. All our characters will connect. It should be great. I'm thinking each character will be an extension of the person who created it. The people could be as similar or as dissimilar to their characters.
So, I'm going to go now and think about that until sleep takes me. And I'll look forward to seeing what the Bible thumper writes; and, if need be, tear her a new one. She might delete me, but that only means more peace for yours truly.
'Night, all!
First off, don't tell me what my beliefs are. Evolution has been proven - her god is still just myth. Secondly, if you come onto my profile to shove what you believe in down my throat, don't think I won't stand up for my own beliefs. It's that simple. I am not going to sit there and have some old gal try to tell me how to think. She can choose her mindset, but not mine. I will be thirty in just seven years; I think I can make my own decisions.
Now if only I could make my family see that. I've said that so many times I've lost count, and it doesn't even matter. One minute they're telling me to go to Abbotsford all by myself; and the next, they don't even want me to leave the car.
Next time I'll just get out anyway. Actions speak louder than words, right? Even Rapunzel, when she turned eighteen, went against her mother's will, and succeeded. She was in the forest with some wanted thief, she had just the day before been a minor, and even though the horse-riding scene and the other women's clothing brings medieval times to mind, she's showing an awful lot of skin. Yet, for some reason, the mother - the evil bitch of a mother - backs off and lets her leave. I'm twenty-three, I wear thick sweaters in the summertime, I trust no one, I've got a phone, and yet I'm more closely watched than Fluffy's doughnuts. And I don't get it. What do I need to do, to prove I'm not a dumb little girl anymore?
It just sucks, when you'll be thirty soon and nobody believes you can make your own choices. Before I know it, I'll have white hair and wrinkles, and I'll still be under lock and key because they're afraid. I mean, I am too, but if I don't venture out and do stuff for myself, I'll never learn. And then they'll blame me, for being a hermit.
Well, this has helped. I feel better now. I'm going to bed, I guess; and think of where next I can take my book. I had this stroke of genius, actually, where my other book is concerned. I'm going to gather up some freaks like myself, who are interested in mutants and whatever else, and we're all going to pick one character and write in only that one person's perspective. All our characters will connect. It should be great. I'm thinking each character will be an extension of the person who created it. The people could be as similar or as dissimilar to their characters.
So, I'm going to go now and think about that until sleep takes me. And I'll look forward to seeing what the Bible thumper writes; and, if need be, tear her a new one. She might delete me, but that only means more peace for yours truly.
'Night, all!
I was wondering whether her comment upset you... (I think she's our aunt.)
ReplyDeleteI'm not going to respond to the serious stuff, as I think a person's beliefs are personal and not something to discuss. That said, anytime someone posts anything about evolution OR religion, it's almost guaranteed to start a storm...
I'm sorry to hear they're still treating you that way; I felt that if I didn't leave (which was an easy decision to make and a near-impossible one to go through with) I would end up in the same trap, not allowed to grow up and scoffed at for being childish. You mentioned recently that you were doing the GED; are you?
Your book ideas sound fantastic! I'm working on two fanfics at the moment, and having a lot of fun with them...too nervous to post them right now, though, lol
:)
I have begun the GED...I'm not taking it too seriously, though; because each chapter is about 200 pages. I know if I push myself too hard, I'll just lose interest and quit, like before. I'll do all the tests that challenge or interest me, but I don't want to get too frustrated and repeat my mistake of giving up.
DeleteIf you want to get involved in this, we can email character scripts, maybe start a three-person conversation on Facebook with Mom. We could all coauthor something.
That could be interesting, but I haven't written any mutant types in years...
DeleteI had to be careful with my schoolwork, too; I had to be able to take a course seriously (which meant dumping things like art, home ec, and gym, which the teachers thought I should take because they essentially said I couldn't handle a real course...HA! Proved 'em wrong, took History 12 and passed) and if I worked too many hours a day, I found I needed more sleep, and slept too much, and couldn't concentrate when I was awake...I had to work hard, take breaks, and really concentrate on the work when I did it but concentrate on not thinking about it when I did take breaks...blah blah blah :p
I know what you mean. I remember a time when I could actually concentrate, because in that point in my life, I only played games I wasn't totally in love with. I rode my bike, I watched the horse and the sheep, and I played with the puppies. That was my fun time, and I could concentrate. Now it seems I can't do everything in one day; and no matter what I do, I'm thinking about something else.
DeleteSame here! Glad it's not just me...
DeleteNever! But I kind of miss the days when my playtime was outside. Even before the farm, when we were neighbors with my friend Keisha, I had a skipping rope and I was getting good at it. I could do it backwards and cross my hands so it looped over itself. Now I'd probably get myself all tangled up and fall on my face.
DeleteI loved skipping rope! I was good at it, too...and a total show-off, since that was one of the few things I could do. I couldn't swim or sing or dance, but I could jump :)
DeleteI guess it was because back then we were forty or so pounds, and it was really easy to swing around...I was a lot more active as a kid; I should begin again before I'm almost forty like Leonard.
DeleteI've exercised every day for about four months (I might've missed four days) and noticed a lot of changes, though not exactly the ones I want...but it's a start :)
DeleteI have the bike, and the weights, but unfortunately not much inspiration to use them. I guess part of my lack of interest is because Mom and Lorne both get on my case, asking when I did it last, telling me to do it again...I can't just force myself into it; I have to want it. That, and for about a week I was too sore. Maybe now, the inspiration will come easier.
DeleteOh, and sorry for the late response. I thought the ninth comment was mine.
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