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| It's very hard to live with a person who thinks there really IS a war on Christmas.
I don't care what some people might think of me when I say this.
Christians are becoming more and more stupid as the generations proceed. They think souls and a "plan" exist so abortion is murder; they take their morals from ancient superstition and paralyzing dogma instead of a sense of what is right; they self-substantiate this code of morals and their whole belief system in general; they fight AMONGST THEMSELVES because they are all so stupid they can't even fathom that a book WRITTEN BY MANY DIFFERENT PEOPLE might have a staggering number of discrepancies; they use it in their politics; they fear and thus hate what they don't understand without trying to understand it; and
THEY THINK THERE IS A WAR ON CHRISTMAS.
Maybe it's just this country, and perhaps the area in which I live, or maybe a very simple principle of psychology is true when it states that 90% or so of people will never get past a developmental point that would allow them to actually think for themselves and stop relying on obviously falsified and completely outrageous mega-religion.
I like some Christians, really. If we never talk about your religion, that would be fantastic, and I'd be happy to look past your choice and focus on how cool you may be, as I have done MANY times before. It is VERY hard to have a large social circle if you do not include people of faith. It is just very hard to assuage any fears I may have about the future of humanity when 95% of people worldwide have been taken in by the made-up answers faith provides, a great number of whom cannot speak for themselves (very young children, women in many cultures, and others literally afraid of either what others will be convinced to think about them or the prospect of a world without god).
Of course... you are allowed to believe what you will, and so am I. You are, law providing, allowed to do what you want, and so am I. This being said, my patience with this god delusion is growing thin, and diminishing by the day. We do not live in a time where guesses are necessary to fill in what we do not understand. We DO, however, live in a time where peace, the use of logic, and listening rarely occurs within the masses.
To my Christian friends, I am sorry to have possibly hurt your feelings, and to my like-minded friends, who are you, and how might we keep in contact? It is very lonely for an atheist in Hastings.
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| I DON'T MEAN YOUR FAMILY.
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| I couldn't be happier; no.
I couldn't be happier.
Though it is, I admit, the tiniest bit unlike I anticipated...
But I couldn't be happier
Simply couldn't be happier!
Well, not simply.
'Cause getting your dreams: it's strange, but it seems a little, well, complicated.
There's a kind of a sort of... cost.
There's a couple of things get... lost.
There are bridges you cross you didn't know you crossed until you've crossed.
And if that joy, that thrill doesn't thrill like you think it will...
Still...
With this perfect finale, the cheers, and the balyhoo, who wouldn't be happier?
So... I couldn't be happier, because happy is what happens when all your dreams come true.
Well... isn't it?
Happy is what happens when your dreams come true!
I know you don't care. I know you'll never read this. I know I'm safe.
I. Miss. You. I don't think I'll ever stop regretting everything I ever did to make it go wrong. I'll never forget the way I felt, stumbling down the stairs, vision completely obscured by not only my tears, but by hatred and anger and complete and utter sadness.
I wanted to remember everything, feel everything again. I was so ready to just jump back in and learn to love you, because that's what I wanted: you. Your love.
The bombshell.
We had a lot of things to fix, I was seeking the help I needed: I was ready.
But I was also... a day too late.
Please don't ever forget me. You're five feet away all the time... so you can bet I won't forget you.
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| before my first ciggarette of the day.
The fact that you don't know whether or not trying is worth my time isn't the issue.
I gave up almost assured happiness to give you another chance.
I'm giving you what you wanted; I'm losing interest.
Bite.
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