Oh my god. NOT

Emphasis on the lower-case g.

A few mornings ago, I had a bit of a smack-myself-on-the-cheek moment. I realised that I don't believe in G/god because the idea of it is pretty illogical.
The reason for this is the big, complex, largely undiscovered universe (and we happen to be stuck on a piece of dust at the spit-end of one of a billions galaxies).
You see my mother (who I love deeply) brought my siblings and myself up as Catholics. But the idea of Catholicism never sat comfortably with me. Even from a teeny little girl age, the thoughts that preoccupied my mind the most during Mass were sinful ones (cue Alanis Morrissette's Forgiven).
But these things were never confessed to the priest, I always made sure that before confession, I had my grocery list of sins ready - I lied to so and so about such and such. My mother kept pestering me to go to church until my confirmation. Not too long after becoming an adult in the church (as the priest put it) I completely stopped going.
I knew it was because I didn't ever believe in all their boring fairy tales (I preferred Peter Pan and Alice in Wonderland).

But now it occurs to me that the beliefs of most religious groups are based on what some people said a few thousand years ago and not on what on science has taught us in the last few hundred years.

The Catholic Church - those fuckers again - shot down Galileo Galilei when he told them the Earth wasn't round and wasn't the centre of the universe. And yet those fuckers still have billions of believers (sorry Mum, I do despise them so)!



I'm not sure where the Judaeo-Christian types feel their god is or where its going to take them but feel that there are certain things - major things - that they haven't considered.

Such as: What is your god really? Did your god create this entire complex universe with its stars and planets and comets and galaxies and dark matter? Was your god behind The Big Bang? If so, where do we find this god now? Sitting atop the, er, universe watching it all? Why?

I might be able to go with the theory that there might be an intelligent force that's like the universe's blood - is pivotal to its existence but is also aware in some way. That theory only works for me because we don't know everything that's out there yet and because the universe is in some way... living, but because we don't understand it completely, can't say how it is living.

So yes, I have come to the conclusion that I am an atheist. Probably.

And if there weren't a god, those idiots in the Middle East could stop fighting over that patch of dust, in fact, even if there is, they should stop fighting anyway. I highly doubt that a being that is intelligent enough to create a complex organism such as a human body (let alone planet fucking Earth) would give two flying fannies about their little squabble over some patch of land. To paraphrase Jack Nicholson's US president in Mars Attacks!: "Let's just get along." Problem solved.

An while we're at it, we might as well stop fighting over patches of land on this planet with our stupid guns and missile launchers and NUCLEAR FUCKNG BOMBS! If all we're stuck with is this measly planet, then shit, we better learn to like each other or at least respect each other.


You hear me?

Let's get naked...

A friend's response to a status update on Facebook and my feeling to that response got me thinking today.

The status was: "Lying in bed with just a panty on, too lazy to get out. And it's cold out there." Or something, I don't remember the exact words. Her response? "TMI."

Look at my wondrous lack of cellulite. don't question it. Of course it's me, I completely didn't get this off google search...

I immediately felt prickled, annoyed by someone, a friend no less, who couldnt handle harmless information that I was lying in bed with a panty on. Why is it "too much information" to mention that? Why do people bristle at the mention of someone simple wearing underwear? What is about that word or statement that makes them so uncomfortable?

My guess is that she, along with many other people, think that near-nakedness is equitable with sex.

Yes, I look this hot in the sack.

Well, that's downright stupid. Of course it fucking is. A body is just that - a body. And we shouldn't be embarrassed at mentioning that sometimes we're not wearing that much or that we sometimes we like to run around naked in our houses (it's fan-fucking-tastic). If you can't handle the fact that I sometimes just wear a panty (in bed, of all the harmless places!) and that I'm going to post that information on MY Facebook page then that really is your problem (body issues and all).

Beginning. Again.

OK, let's get this out of the way. I've tried blogs before and it hasn't worked for me because I get lazy or make the excuse of not having the time which is absolute bull. So I'm trying AGAIN. I know, not beginning again but trying again. Or I can begin again. I think. Oh whatever. So forward and onward.