I don't like feeling incompetent; like I'm doing something wrong, but nobody's telling me what I'm doing wrong. Like if you have something stuck between your teeth and you'd much rather have someone say something to you as soon as they see it than go around all day getting strange looks. I feel like I'm breaking some kind of secret decorum I know nothing about, that nobody ever told me and it's something I'm supposed to just know. It's probably a completely irrational feeling, but I can't help thinking I'm the odd one out, that they're whispering behind my back.
So many people out there will attempt to bash my belief in God. "Oh, it's just a myth, like Santa Claus." "How could a kind, loving god let the world be so full of destruction?" "Religion is all manmade and all bullshit." "What about the Crusades and the Spanish Inquisition? That wasn't God, it was Catholicism." "The Virgin Mary wasn't really a virgin. That's a myth, too." "If it wasn't for the Catholic Church, the dark ages wouldn't have happened and we'd be much more technologically advanced than we are now." "Religious people are narrow-minded bigots."It hurts.
I don't really know what to say. I'm not sure that I even have anything worth writing about right now. It's the middle of the day and I'm excited about tomorrow. My best friend and I are going to the State Fair.On a different note, yesterday, I was reminded of why I don't like a particular person. You could say that my eyes were opened yet again to the kinds of things that person says and does, and how they hurt feelings. It's not just me who feels that way about that person, either. It's a lot of people.