Oh, well, yeah, I know. But should I tell? Mostly I've been running thither and yon, metaphorically speaking, and sinking into a morass of self pity and morose depression. I have papers to prove it! OK, not really, but sort'of. I keep trying to shake off this damned sense of humor but it just won't go away. I even quit taking my Happy Pills so freely give by the VA and the pissant thing sneaks up on me, like today.
I'm ok if I don't move. If I take my Gabby and…Continue
Added by Ted Gresham on January 23, 2014 at 2:38pm — No Comments
Our numbers are so few! Even though I hear "more people are 'coming out' all the time," there's still a very tiny number of us. Why is it that we have such a hard time finding people willing to admit to being atheist even when statistics indicate there are millions of us in this country? I have an idea.
Atheism has nothing to offer. We can get all freaky over reason, science, common sense. We can prove religion is wrong all day long. We can invalidate religion until we're blue…Continue
First of all, I am who I am! I will not, by godlessdamn, be anything other than myself.
Second, I have little to loose. I played the games, faked the faces, but I never could really hide who I am. I became disliked, sometimes ridiculed, very often ignored, but because I have always believed in a few things very strongly, things like ethics and truth, and I stood up for them rather than…Continue
If I were a christian I could pick whatever kind of beliefs I wanted and then choose a church and jump in. I'd have plenty to do. There'd be friends to spend time with.
If I were a christian I could be eccentric or different and still find a niche where I belong.
If i were a christian our house would often be filled with guests, people showing up just to talk, people hanging around when there's trouble, people to listen when I need someone to talk to.
If I were a…Continue
The title of this blog is entirely misleading. But I could not figure out what else to use so there it is. Read on...
I was born with something in my gut, something I'll call a "savior complex," for want of better words. I've never been a bawl-bag of compassion but somewhere deeper inside I've always cared. And I've been cursed with the ability to see people hurting. For some thirty years or so I thought the answer to fixing people's suffering was god. I was stupid, of course,…Continue