She opened her mouth to proclaim a sermon she had full faith in. She waxed about the end of times and antipopes, how Benedict XVI would be the penultimate pontiff before Christ’s second coming.
This, according to her, came from a saint’s (human, nonetheless) letter, as told to her by a local pastor.
I remember watching a documentary in which indoctrination was blatantly demonstrated. Religious extremes, to say the least, are incredibly daunting.
And there I was, pretending to listen to my mother as she ranted about Armageddon.
When I tell her I’m agnostic I either die or get disowned.
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OOps. Religion somehow always tends to be an uber sensitive issue.
Hey, where have you been?
When I was finally disowned – I looked back on it all and wondered why I ever wanted to be ‘owned’ in the first place…
I thought that when it was actually happening.
Then I understood…
‘owned’ – ‘belonging to’ – ‘a part OF’ – ‘possession’ – ‘thing’.
Now I think – ‘fuck that noise’ and – ‘fuck him’ and – ‘fuck her’ – and oh! – ‘fuck anyone else involved’ too! (including some ‘GOD’ who should have been there to help me when I needed help the most.)
I am crispy – that’s how ‘done’ I am.
And that’s just how it is…
M.L.