This Shit is Bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S...

Apparently I think Facebook was invented by a bunch of apes, because I happened to speak my point of view (I know eh, what was I thinking?!) in response to a biblical interpretation note...which may or may not have been, at least partially, influenced by an earlier status I had posted up there: "Jesus called, he wants his religion back". It was on a bumper sticker and c'mon now, tell me that isn't funny. I guess I have a sick sense of humour. Surprise, surprise.

Anyways, this note was all about interpreting people's status's, how people may read into it and completely miss what the person is actually referring to. She went on to reference the holy biblical book himself, and how we all interpret it differently. But really, the biblical authors had "one purpose in what they wrote, and no matter what I think about it, their purpose won't change". No matter what one may think. Hmm. Think being the keyword here.

I'm sorry but I just could not resist this temptation. (I'm a Sinner!) So I threw my few cents "out there". It wasn't an insult, more a point of view - you know, there are more than one of those these days. And hey, I like to spur on religious discussion once in a while because I actually do find it interesting. Just let's converse about it on a respectable level. Maybe I need to work on this, so I don't go ruffling your shiny feathers. Maybe not.

Whatever.

I've had more than my share of force-fed religion and I'm full. I can't help it anymore. I cannot, for the life of me, listen in silence, dumbfounded, to your self-righteous, all-knowing, all-forseeing nonsense, like the naive little girl I once was. Fear, guilt and manipulation does not do your religion justice. To hell with that noise.

I have a voice now and it's all mine.

I am finally free.

Well, at least getting there. It will be final when I can sit and read or hear your fantastical nonsense without my stomach doing catapults, when I can resist the urge to scream every profanity known to woman, when I no longer spew up into my mouth. It's still raw, all the damage you caused. But I am working on it. I am in control now. I will get there. In the meantime, expect to hear from me, because I will probably be throwing my few cents your way. And I will quite possibly, most likely enjoy it.

Sick, twisted. Call it what you will.