I did not meet her in church

Earlier this week, I was talking to a woman when the conversation turned toward religion because she was beginning to read the Bible. She asked me what I believed. I told her I was skeptical of a lot of religious belief. She said that at least I must believe in some higher power. At that point, I knew that if I persisted in engaging in the topic, I would enmesh myself in debating a lot of fuzzy minded new age mumbo jumbo with some Bible thrown in just to confuse matters even more. I told her that if a cab hit and killed me while walking home, I would be nothing more than road kill. That immediately and mercifully ended the discussion.

This post is not about religion. I am not opposed to religion or the wonderful folks who take their faith seriously and find it a positive force in their lives. This is about me feeling superior to her. I have thought about this feeling of superiority more than I would have liked over the past few days and wondered if I should not be ashamed of it. However, I am not ashamed of it because I am superior to her. I care and she is looking for something to make her feel good.

About fifteen years ago, the born again and new age thing was cute. Now, it is like a pop record that people play too much on the jukebox. I am tired of hearing it.

I think I am too much of a polite listener. I listen to too much garbage without calling people out on it. At least, if I called them out they would get the hell away from me, which would be a relief from hearing about their sad miserable lives, which they fucked up in the first place, and how their new spirituality has changed everything for them.

I do not mind people fucking up their lives. We all make mistakes. I am a walking disaster myself. I just wish some people would not whine about it and make up new age/religious fables that are not true just so they can pretend they feel good and avoid their problems.

The part that really pisses me off is that these folks think I am the crazy one.