Alternate titles could have been: "The Other Shoe Drops", "The Shit Hit the Fan" and "I'm freaking out a little".
So. Y'all know I've been involved in some secret project for months now. Almost a year actually. A couple of days ago though, it happened. Someone posted a comment on this blog about how they read my "heartbreaking" story in Canadian Living magazine. Whaaaat? Somehow it was published and it's out there and I hadn't even seen it. No big deal, just the second biggest magazine in Canada with over 4 million readers a month. Should be on newsstands by tomorrow night/Thursday morning.
And so it begins. This particular well-meaning woman wanted to reassure me that Jesus died on the cross for me and he loves me, even if so many people shun me. The next few posts? Not so nice. Apparently there are people out there who believe there's been enough religion shoved down my throat and they should all just leave me alone. Then of course, some guy who wants to sleep with me.
I'm an Atheist in my head, a Buddhist in my heart and while I couldn't care less to see another Bible for the rest of my life, Jesus seems like a hell of a nice guy.
Let's just all get along. I know that no matter what I say, the comments on here will be what they will be. But it would be nice if we could respect each other's beliefs while we express our own. Some people, they need religion to make sense of the chaos in the world and the uncertainty in their own lives. For those of us who don't need it, who can find peace both in the suffering and the joy that life brings us, we're just on a different path.
I don't know how the JWs will react to this. I honestly think they underestimated me this time. I might get disfellowshipped again. I figure it could go two ways: either they will need to make an example out of me (again!) or they will just not do anything, so I'll shut up about it. I promise, I will never shut up about this. :)
As I've said on here more times than I can count, I don't blame the people, and neither should you. They are sheep following a sheperd who is no doubt counting his coins half the day and spending the other half figuring out how to manipulate his followers. We should have compassion for them.
At least we are free and happy and honest.
Be kind. For everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
