February 22nd, 2007


Gotta hand it to Catholicism

They do a very good job of indoctrinating 'It's Catholicism or nothing'. I can't accept Catholicism for a range of reasons intrinsic to the religion, but I can't accept anything else, first and foremost, because it's not 'real' (to me, obviously). I thus choose the 'nothing' option and am rather content with it most of the time. (My contentment may well be a large reason for my not bothering to try to break down the indoctrination.)

But there's always a voice in the back of my head reminding me of all the people I know and know of that seem to need to have a religion, regardless of what it may be. Heck, it's even a standard question on forms. The voice asks "Why is it I don't feel that need?" I have no answer.

On the other hand, I also think that if a) there really is a god and b) this god really does 'make' us precisely the way s/he wants us to be, then this god really better be happy with the way I am, huh? (of course, if this god DIDN'T 'make' me, I am not sure why I should even pay him/her any attention whatsoever.)

Total change of subject matter: I can go long periods of time without hurting myself, but in the last week I have: smacked my finger against a hard object, raising a blood blister instantly on my cuticle; sliced myself on a bit of sharp metal and, just today, sliced myself on .... a cardboard box. My poor hands. (This list does not include the incident that has raised a buise on my thigh, since I really don't remember how that happened... or when.)

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And lo! The corset pieces were caused to be cut out and the hand of the cutter waxed full sore. Hark ye, and listen! Tomorrow shall be the day that marks are transferred, and even unto the sewing of seams may the project advance.