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.)
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.)
