Recently, something that has not entered my head in a long time, entered.

I still don't believe in God. Or religion. I don't think that there is a greater power out there guiding us. I think people have such little faith in themselves that they have created this farce called "fate". In truth, the only thing that fate has created rhymes with it, hate.

I always find it interesting when people have a difficult time accepting my lack of belief. I often get asked what I believe in if I don't believe in God. Well, here's what I believe:

I believe that I am a strong person who can make things happen. That what I do is worthwhile. Good or bad. And that, I can learn and grow from within.

I believe that someone loves me for who I am. And I love them back for who they are.

I believe that my family believes in me. I believe that I believe in them.

I believe that one day, every one that I love will not be living. And that I would have spent a wonderful part of my life believing in them, in who they are, and what they are. And not believing in something that has as much proof of existence as Santa Claus. Later.  ¶ 11:44 PM 0 comments

  I just don't get some things. I just don't understand tradition. I don't understand people's attachment to doing the same thing handed down through generations. And why there is very little evolving. I know it's probably because my parents were never one for tradition. I love them most for that.

I think that even if I were heterosexual, I would not follow what is considered the "norm". Sometimes, I see how trying to follow the "norm" causes struggles in people. But here is what I don't understand: if you tried so hard to buck the system you were born into, why oh why would you follow those "norm's" once you have?

I understand the need to have civil rights. I understand the need to have equality across the board. I don't understand why we fight so hard for them but then latch on to what is basically just the "norm". I think everyone has the right to lead the life they want to lead. As long as nobody is getting hurt.

Which is why I wonder why Middle America thinks that two men getting married affects their lives. Or a man and his goat. To begin with, it's mostly the Middle Americans who always want to do stupid shit like marry their goat. The rest of us just want to marry the person we love.

If you go through the pain and heartache of shedding what the system places upon you, why acquiesce to the system's traditions? Baffled. Later.  ¶ 5:33 AM 0 comments