Someone told me the other day that they loved coming on here and reading the posts, watching the videos, and getting their overall daily dose. However, what struck me as interesting, though definitely not surprising, was that this person said I was overtly negative most of the time, that I even seemed angry. This comment send my mind wondering and I thought I would share with you a few things about myself to maybe explain why I do seem so negative all the time, even though in real life, if you ever meet me, I think you would think I'm pretty funny and
charismatic. Of course I could just be completely full of myself, but these are the kinds of things people tell me. But the truth is, it's mostly for show. If you see me, you might think I'm jovial, animated, and happy. But I think that's just my outward personality and not really I really feel. In reality, I get easily agitated and frustrated. The smallest things seem to set me off and I don't think I find any real joy in life. Yeah, there are happy times. But pure joy? Not for a while.
I'm not sure that I believe in God. I want to believe in God. Really, I do. I would like to know the joy and feeling of emotion that these godly people seem to be, but truly, I believe they are just as miserable as everyone else. I definitely wouldn't consider myself agnostic because the fact is that I simply do not know, and I don't really think anyone else knows either. I don't make judgments and decisions on things that I simply do not know, and I'm not vain enough to claim that I know that God does or does not exist. I simply. Do. Not. Know. In saying this, I would like to express that I do not hate anyone who is faithful, or who believes in something more on this earth. I know a lot of the time it seems like I do, but I don't. What I hate is how people use their religion to spread fear, hate, and bigotry towards those who believe differently, or who may just have a difference of opinion about certain interpretations of it. A great example would be modern Christianity's attitude and hatred toward homosexuals. They claim that this life does not really matter; that it's the afterlife that matters. Yet these same people seem bent on denying the civil rights of people of different lifestyles just because of what their God says. This makes me angry because it's ignorant, bigoted, and hateful. Say what you want. Try to defend it. But that's the very definition of hate.
I haven't seemed to find joy in life for a very long time. I love the friends I have and that family that I belong to. It has nothing to do with them. When I say I haven't found joy, it doesn't mean that I do not love them or blame them for the lack of joy in my life. I think what I truly mean is that I want their to be more to this life then what there has been, and I'm nearly convinced there's not, which is truly depressing, which relieves joy from me. I think. Although sometimes I'm not really sure. But yes. I love Mom, Uncle Tim, Charles
Luxmore,
Murrel, Liz, Bethany, Austin, Toni, Jordan, Jay, Harry, Bryan,
Shalysa, and all the rest. I don't think there are any better people in this world. It's not that I don't get joy from them. It's that I don't seem to derive any from my overall perspective. Maybe I need to change that, but it's hard, especially when I rationally believe that's how things are, which is this:
God does not exist. We are a series of chaotic and irrational transformations and mutations, that just happened to evolve to the point where we could actually think about our own existence. People would then ask me why then are there so many people who do believe, or why there has always seemed to be a religion. My answer to that revolves around the same reasoning. I believe religion is a defense mechanism of the mind, a source for the body to adapt and survive, just like we have through all these years. I believe this because if there was not such a mind mechanism, everyone would realize the meaninglessness of their own existence. If everyone realized there, chances are we would die out, because there really wouldn't be a good reason to live: if there's no reward in the end, why go through all the pain and suffering? Many people answer this question by relieving themselves of this life. I myself couldn't do something like that simply for the people who do love and care about me. However, I have to wonder, if there weren't people who loved and cared about me, would I think differently?
I don't think I'll ever find that out because I always seem to have good friends and family. Now, I don't want you to think that's the dependent reason I am on this earth. If these things weren't true, to tell you truth, I'm just too scared to do something like that. Smile, it's not morbid. It's just the truth.
But I do find it difficult to go from day to day without a sense of purpose, or relief from the pain with finding joy. Maybe it's because of the state of the world, or how my financial situation is right now. Maybe if I had money, things would be different.
This is just how I feel now. So I believe what I do is use fiction, politics, news, information, and this blog as a crutch. Those things make me feel good and purposeful, and I am grateful for them.
I know I just kind of rambled on. I've had a stressful day and just wanted to address what that person said to me. So yes, I am angry. The things that are happening in our society make me angry. Hell, phone calls make me angry. It's easy to make me mad, and I use this to help myself vent. It's therapeutic.
So the next time you see me, don't say a fucking thing about me sounding angry, or I'm going to punch you in the face.
Just
kiddin'. ;)