I'm probably anti-religion because of my upbringing in the Bible Belt. Being told I'm not one of God's children, that I'll go to hell, people trying to recruit me, "save" me, etc. My ninth grade science partner arrived in school one Monday and told me that she'd led the youth group in a prayor for my soul because I kept refusing to go to service with her. I was like, "thanks." Yeah, thanks a fucking lot. My peers were in that group and undoubtedly it contributed further to my estrangement.
Fervently religious people give me the pip because they're so hard-headed and self-righteous. I'm not gonna bother to give any examples, you know what I'm talking about. It just seems wrong to me, that religion brings about judgement. That, and the fact that churches obtain a great deal of money--fuck that.
Although I will admit, I've missed out on the community that church provides, a rock, an anchor of some kind. But if it's at the cost of my free thinking, my opinions, then it's not worth it.
So, back to sociology, we have to attend a service of a denomination to which we don't belong (which for me is all of them of course) and report about it. I think that'll be interesting. I'd like to check out Judaism (not Orthodox), as I'm not terribly interested in Christianity. Don't they hold their mass on Fridays? I'd better go check it out.
I'm just glad we're off the topics of social stratification and racism. I basically stopped being a participant in the class and let everything carry on around me. You know? "I'm sorry I was born white, I didn't mean it!"
There's an article in the "reader" section of the book that we were required to read entitled, "White Racism, A Sociology of Human Waste." As if "regular" racism wasn't bad enough. In class the teacher went on at great length about discrimination and the troubles facing urban blacks, and yes, it's all true. Then last night when discussing voter turnout, it was revealed that most voters are highly educated, affluent old white guys. Well, there's your problem, right there. Maybe if more people voted, things would change.
But what the fuck do I know. I don't have any answers. All I know is, I live my life the best way that I can and live by the Golden Rule.
The only place that I've ever been where I didn't feel the vibrations of racial tension was New York City, and that's where I want to live.
1:09 PM
Dag-nabbit, I'm constipulated. I hate that. Means, of course, that I didn't drink enough fluids yesterday. Hopefully a cup or two of black tea with lemon and honey will do the trick.
Checked out Sylvia Plath's unabridged journals from the library and found it to be a hard slog. Wordy. And man, the elaborate style she used to write in her journal, ostensibly for her eyes only! Makes me feel very "down and dirty" with my plainspoken ways. I'd still like to read The Bell Jar, and maybe a biography written by someone else. She interests me. What the hell did she off herself for? A mystery of the universe.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 11:49 AM
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