I'm in a
good mood. I feel unstoppable. I feel that I don't have anything to fear, that there's no way I can lose. It's a damn powerful feeling, boys and girls. Haven't felt this way in nearly... well, haven't really felt this way since an event in high school that will go unnamed for now. >:D
Woke up this morning at five, feeling GREAT. Probably because I'd been sleeping for the past twelve hours. This is why I don't take naps during school. Went to to work. Got too many Christmas songs stuck in my head (more on that later!), came home. Got Facebook ambushed from the Bible Thumper back home, decided against my better judgement and replied to her greeting. We talked civilly for about ten minutes, then the inevitable happened. Aaaand then she was spouting at me about God and being bisexual and my gay friends and how we can "redeem ourselves" this Christmas or some shit like that. I kept silent until she said something about us not being accepted by 'Our Father in Heaven" because of our orientation. And that poked something inside me, and I had to retort.
"Kay, sorry to interrupt your preaching, but my dad accepts me. The man who adopted me - yeah,
he's not even my biological father! - accepts me for who I am. He knows I'm bisexual, and when he found out, he was cool with it. He doesn't really understand, but he also doesn't care, one way or the other. He loves me just the same. Now, when I mentally compare my dad to
your god, I'd still choose dad. You say that I won't be accepted because I'm bi? Sorry sweetheart, but my dad accepts me. And I'm not going to pretend I'm someone else just to gain the favor of you, or your church, or any god.
My dad loves me for who I am, and in
my eyes, that's better that anything
your god can offer."
I totally would've busted out a Z-snap if I could've portrayed it over chat.
She had a pretty weak argument to that, saying that my dad isn't mortal and that heaven is everlasting, but she had poked the "Loyalty" button, and I wasn't backing down. So I'm pretty sure she hates me again, and that she's not going to speak to me for another two months or so, and then she'll come back and try her tricks again. But I really don't care anymore, because... yeah.
...I really don't care for the 'God' she (and so many others) speaks of. Part of a church is something I can never comfortably be, but the all-powerful something-or-other in which I believe (lol... no.) doesn't discriminate between people, and especially won't take away your afterlife just because you're attracted to the opposite gender. I'm not saying that all people who believe in God are like that. But the ones who try to shove it down other people's throats are just annoying. Geez. Some people.
Anywho, that was this morning.
Oh, geez. It's not even noon yet. =0.0= Dang, today has been good. Gonna gets better soon, aye. Headed to a friend's house for some gaming, then there's a Christmas party tonight at work. There's gonna be
seafood. You fail to realize how excited I am for this.
Oh, nearly forgot: Going back to the subject of too many Cristmas songs in my head during work (Sirius Satellite radio is <3); I'm throwing together a mash of "Little Drummer Boy" and "Do You Hear What I Hear?". It's tentatively being called "Do You Hear the Drums?", and it's gonna be AMAZING if I can manage to get what I hear in my head down on paper. I'm thinking wind quintet plus percussion. SO EXCITED FOR THIS.
Aaaaand, I think that's all I've got. I'm gonna go shower and continue my good mood. See you guys when I see you!
Αγαπι, Ταθ. <3
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