Organized religion is a crock of shit. Its probably valuable and maybe even necessary in allowing people to come to terms with the world, to gather together and share what they’ve been through, shit like that. I am all for that kinda stuff. But you don’t need organized religion to do that.
What pisses me off is when your religious beliefs override hard facts and science. Something like “I don’t know how this happens, so I’m going to chalk it up to Divine Intervention instead of studying it indepth” kind of annoys me. Somebody attempted to use that on some YouTube video on quantum phenomena and light interference patterns, which, if you don’t know about, isn’t really important to your existence in general so don’t worry about it. (YouTube is a horrible place to get into arguments btw; white knights and trolls everywhere.)

I mean, I do accept science cannot measure all things (otherwise we wouldn’t have things like Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle etc etc on which I have like a grain of understanding of so I’m not gonna say anything and isn’t really important at this point in time) and so really, one can’t really prove as to whether or not there is a God (or if there is not a God). One one of my favourite tumblr bloggers (http://cranquis.tumblr.com) backed up his religious status by giving a hypothetical situation where if, somehow, on some planet in outer space, a series of calculations was found or formulated that would prove the existence of God, it would decompose free will as we would have no choice but to believe in God. By remaining essentially unknowable (is that even a word?) we still have religious freedom and your life is made ever more comfortable by the ability to practice whatever you choose. Which I really like, because hey, you know, free will makes you you. Your choices influence your life, and your experiences blah blah insert sappy obvious shit about how your experiences make you.

This other time I got approached by some studentlife people in Uni, and they attempted to get me to join them because I was ‘interested in coming to spirtual fulfillment blah blah blah’ on some form I had signed (just for the free jandals – they were definitely not worth it, they were flimsy and made of some shitty low-quality foam shit). One person must’ve been assigned to convert me to their cause or whatever; his name was Sean. Attempting to teach me about what I should believe, he said something like
“Hey, you know, unless you know and worship the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, you’re going to go to hell!”
And to this I said, “So what about people out in, say, some foreign nation that no one has heard of? Are they too destined to go to hell?”
To which he replied, “Well, yes, because they haven’t heard the message of Jesus.”
“Even if they’re probably the nicest people on the planet?”
“Yes, because they do not know the saving grace of the Lord Jesus.”
At this point I pretty much was ready to ragequit this shit because that was the most bullshit crap I’ve heard of – and I thought something like ‘How can you believe shit so blindly? That’s horrible and if I were to go to hell for not believing something like that, I’d rather go to hell!’ (I’ll probably regret those words once I find myself in eternal flames or whatnot.)

Yeah, um, personal anecdotes, yay!

Someday I’m gonna read up on Isaac Asimov (even though I should already know about him because hey, I love biochemistry and he’s a biochemist!) because he sounds like a pretty swell guy – his viewpoint on Hell was something like ‘People who invented Hell can go to it! Hell is some crock load of shit made by some fucked up sadist! If humans can curtail cruel and unusual punishment, why wouldn’t the Almighty do likewise?’ (Blame Wikipedia if my wording is a bit off.)

As to my thoughts on God, I believe there’s something out there. Maybe some all-encompassing force of nature serves to influence the universe and nudge it towards its ultimate destiny of (maybe) death and rebirth (I’m imagining something like Puella Magi Madoka Magica meets Asimov’s The Last Question but my readers don’t watch anime ;___; at least y’all read stories and books and stuff! I’m getting off-topic…) but I don’t believe in the traditional Judeo-Christian God of Abraham and his Son who died on the cross for us. Even though I go to church every Sunday (I went today, yesterday, and I will go tomorrow, fucking Easter man!) and partake of the Body and Blood of Jesus – I don’t really believe at all.

I don’t even think its important that I believe in something. It’ll be important for some people, who require a reason to live their life in fear of eternal hell or being reincarnated as a dung beetle or something… But, yeah. When it comes down to it, I’m just living my life how I want to, or how I see fit, or as to how it will please those dear to me.

(Can I do a later blog on reincarnation? It sounds real interesting, I want to be bear or something.)
EDIT: Wow, that one really needed some proof-reading! Hopefully I caught most of those mistakes the second time. (I gotta start proofing every time before I publish shit.)

We spent most of our hours playing games (i.e. really intense first person shooters and competitive Monopoly at it’s finest) or discussing games (e.g. eating and discussing children’s card games at the same time) and I had a load of fun. Basically it was just us swearing the shit out of hell at the TV whenever someone died or someone fucked up, and then us swearing the shit out of hell whenever someone had to pay rent (something along the lines of “how about I piss all over the rooms of your hotel and you fuck off?”). It was really fun, calling each other names, mocking each other’s mothers, telling each other to piss off/suck shit/kill themselves – well, really kind of immature maybe. Some sort of male privilege? Tonight I saw some joke thing – something like ‘If Laura, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and Sarah. If Mike, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla and Four-eyes.’ Is that even a privilege? Haha, probably. Its kind of like lovers and how they give each other pet names, but everyone else thinks its sickeningly disgusting. Ah, and now I’m saying we’re all latent homosexuals. I think I’m getting off-topic here though.

What I wanted to say was, well, recently (for the past year or two actually) I’ve been hanging out with some other people a lot – they’re bubbly and fun and loud and raucous – and I thought I could have fun with them too, that I could fit in, somehow. But after leaving tonight, I realized I had had much more fun in those last six hours than every other night I had spent with those other people combined. And I kinda thought something along the lines of, why don’t I hang out more with people I actually like?
I kind of want to be friends with everybody though. I don’t want to be like, “lets not hang out anymore because I really don’t like any of you!” because that would be sad and I actually know these people… and because I know people like that, people who have said things like “let’s keep in touch even when we leave high school! I’ll miss you so much!” and then they just don’t want to see you anymore. People like that kind of piss me off. What the hell kind of person does that make you?

I’m sure I had a point to this post… Oh, right. ^^
Usually, when someone asks me if they should unfollow someone (twitter, tumblr, etc) I’d probably be like DO IT. Because, hello internet person, I don’t even know you, why should I care about how you feel if one person unfollows you? I was going to say (as the point of this self-realizational type blog) that maybe the above feelings signal a departure from that kind of thinking for me (the “fuck everyone! I’m going to live my life!” kind of ethic), but on second thought, I think people on the internet getting sad over unfollowers is pretty pathetic, compared to ending/screwing up some pretty legit friendships you’ve had, soooo yeah. Deal with it, internet people.

Upon recollection of the memory, the human mind attempts to ‘fill in the gaps’ to make it seem more complete. However, this process effectively changes the memory in a way that is dependent upon the state of the brain at the moment of recollection. Reconsolidation then occurs, which locks the memory into your brain again (again, only some of the sensory data is stored).

Because of this process, every time you recall a memory, it changes each time in a way that less accurately reflects the actual event.

The consequences of this are that not only are we unable to know the future, we are unable to know the past. Everything about us, including all our memories, is transient, and only exists in a single, brief moment.

The next moment that we experience will be a different person in the same body.

Isn’t that rather depressing? :’D

First, we must establish the fact that every “x day meme” has an inherent flaw – it assumes that the user of the meme will post at the rate of one segment per day. Yay, irregular updates! So don’t be too alarmed if I’m a little late to the meme party.

I think I will skip the first day (which is Belief Specific to your Childhood), because to be honest, I can’t remember much about my childhood. Do you want to know what I did when I was a child? In 1996, we got our Playstation for Christmas, and so I sat down and I played games for the entirety of my childhood. In 1997, Final Fantasy VII came out, and my sister persuaded me to get it instead of whatever shitty game it was that I wanted, and now I am a huge RPG fiend (and my sister now regrets ever getting FFVII in the first place). Rahh. Be scared.

Also, AERIS DIES. (When that happened, after that gaming session, I went to bed and cried for a bit and didn’t play for a week. So what if I’m an emotional child? Being able to empathize with people is a good thing!)

My whole childhood is pretty much playing games. And I turned out perfectly fine! (So I suppose that if Rowling wanted to kill off Harry in the final book, that would’ve been fine and the children would not have been emotionally scarred, seeing as I’m still pretty much sane even after the above event of AERIS DIES OH MY GOD I AM SO SAD AGAIN ;_;) So screw Day 1. We’re starting our shit here with…

DAY 2 PART 1: HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT GOD AND RELIGION. (This part is on religion.)

It should be okay for me to say whatever here, because I’m pretty much 12 and no one takes me seriously anyway. Also, I’m splitting this particular question into two days, because they’re both pretty massive questions on their own. And I don’t know why I capitalized the above. Maybe the idea of a title is important to me. I’ll start with religion because I know how I feel about religion. God/the concept of a God is a bit more complex.

Short answer: Keep it to yourself. And quit it with the religion bashing already.

Long answer: Last Wednesday, I found myself quietly attending a Catholic mass. Somehow my mother managed to get me to attend. It was a Wednesday, which I wasn’t aware of, which is when the local church does Eucharistic Adoration after mass, and so I had to stay for an extra five minutes or so after. (If you don’t know what Adoration is, in the Catholic sense, basically, the priest sticks part of the consecrated Eucharistic host into this spiky thing called a Monstrance, and the entire church must kneel and worship for some amount of time. Wikipedia has an article on the thing. During this time, people sing hymns and stuff.)

This is a monstrance. Pretty scary, huh? It looks even scarier wedged in your skull.

This particular Wednesday, the hymn was extra long, and I just sort of looked around, and there were people just kneeling with their heads bowed towards a golden spiky thing with a piece of cardboard tasting thing inside, some of them singing, the lady behind me singing exceptionally badly, and my thoughts were pretty much as follows: ‘What a bunch of delusional people.’ ‘This song is really long.’ ‘Fuck this shit, my knees are hurting oh my god.’

Which pretty much sums up what I think of religion, sort of, on a bad day. You’re all a bunch of lunatics, and Earth is a planet in an ever-expanding cosmos, meaning you are all insignificant quarks in an atom that makes up part of a speck of dust, really, so don’t gimme that ‘God will save us’ crap. Why would God want to save you? Or any of us, for that matter?

At best, I think of religion as being an effective example of people binding themselves together in their spirituality, which I think is pretty neat. I’ve been to other Adoration sessions, where at night, the hymns are empowering and everyone is singing, and the flickering candles are bathing the room in warm candlelight, and I feel this immense sense of sacredness and belonging. I start to thank God for all the good shit that has happened to me, and for a minute there I feel so in tune with the world, like I could tell a mountain to move and it would get up and move (as per Matthew 21:18-22. Yay, Bible verses! And now you can go and look it up.)
Its a feeling you probably won’t feel anywhere else that isn’t religious.

Yeah, and then something happens that reminds me of why God doesn’t care about us. I guess my faith isn’t very strong, huh?

There’s also something about being brought up in a family of religious people that affects your view on religion. Not that I really know what it is, but… Well, say you have the situation where a religious family (we’ll say Christian for this hypothetical situation) has a child. The parents of this child decides to baptize this child, effectively recruiting the child into the religion of the parents. Is this an acceptable practice?
If you had asked me a couple of years earlier, I would’ve been like “Fuck that shit, why can’t the child make its own decision on what religion it wants to be? That’s fucked up!” Which probably stems from the fact that I was baptized as a baby, and I didn’t get the freedom to choose what I wanted to be.
As for now, however… my stance has softened a bit, because even though I was brought up a Christian, I am still free within my mind to choose what I want to believe. (If I said I wasn’t Christian anymore though, I’d probably get kicked the fuck out of my house, partly because I’m also because I’m pretty shit to have around :’) But yes. I’m thinking that, it doesn’t matter what religion you are as a child – as you grow and mature, you will develop the ability to think for yourself (hopefully, anyway) and thus decide what it is you want to believe in.

Similar to the ‘it doesn’t matter what you were born as, but what you grow up to be’ kind of notion.

As a whole, however, I guess religion isn’t wholly (lol, wholly) a bad thing. It gives people meaning to their lives when they have none. Which raises the question of ‘do you really need meaning to live?’ And I’d hit you in the face and say ‘stop being a dick.’ Everybody’s lives are different, and just because there is no meaning in your life and you are completely fine, doesn’t mean you can extend that to the human race and say that no one needs meaning. Some people want to know that there are people out there that care about you, and some people who feel lost in the world want to fit in. Some people want to believe that there is more than just this world. (Hell, I want to believe there is more than just this world.) And there’s nothing wrong with that. There’s nothing wrong with letting people believe what they want.

Well, until you try sticking your beliefs down the throats of fellow humans. And I’m not talking about ‘not killing’ ‘not stealing’ ‘not punching a fellow human being in the face’ because those are all inherent moral ‘facts’ or whatever. I’m talking about things like… ‘not letting gays live because they’re gay’. I’m talking about ‘men are made more equal than women, so they have to live their lives serving men’. And when this extends into our Government, or into our leaders, or into those responsible for any kind of group of people, that’s totally not cool. This is what I think of religion at its worst – an excuse to do whatever obscene shit you want and get away with it. “There are Muslims everywhere! Let us arm ourselves and drive them off our lands! And lets sack the cities while we’re at it!” “I have interpreted this small part of the the Holy Book, which means we must drive trucks loaded with explosive things into this building!” “Killing babies to save gays? Preposterous! I shan’t have this stem cell thing funded any longer!”

In the end, though, everybody has their own values. People are their own worlds, with their barriers erected around them – you can never understand anyone fully, no matter how hard you try. I learned this playing through TWEWY. Which holds for religion too, I think – you will never understand it if you’re never a part of it.

One last thought I have that may loosely revolve around religion: Atheism is also a religion. I think it would be nice if certain people stopped going around on my Facebook feed, proclaiming their message that they are better than those who are religious. You can cite ‘freedom of expression’ all you want, but when it all comes down to it, you’re just being an asshole. I could punch you in the face and cite freedom of expression, but I wouldn’t, because I am not (mostly) an asshole.

that’d be quite nice.

I wonder if the people who change the world – I wonder if they knew that they would be… responsible for so many.. like, y’know… eye-openings. Horizon expansions. I wonder if the people who changed the world actually set out for that purpose.

I suppose everyone just wants to leave their mark on the world, somehow.

Anyway, yeah. I thought I’d share that thought in the hopes of making people think.

Did you know that listening or reading things that makes you go WTF makes you smarter? In finding patterns where you cannot find one, your ability to utilize your brain for future projects increases. ^_^
Which is why when you listen to classical music, or read some real fucked up book like that Paul Austere book Herah and I read back a while ago, you try to find solutions to puzzles and patterns to obscurities and in working your brain, it grows stronger.

Its like a myocyte. : D

I read some books and now I have increased intelligence with this +1 Book of Darkness.

Something to fill up the empty space. No real comics though. No one will get this apart from me. ><
Real comics are in production… sorta. By 'in production' I mean lying on my messy as fuck bedroom floor. Loads of shit everywhere. A Grue could be hiding in there.

Its 12:23 and I've got a bio exam in about nine hours. "Shit, man, what the fuck are you doing drawing shit, go fucking study sleep!” I hear you say. (I can hear you say this because I have the listening skills of a ninja.) Well you see, we’re doing evolution and it turns out that evolution is really, goddamned boring. It could fight one of your granddaddy’s stories about being in the army and it’d win. (Probably because evolution is older than your granddad. Which should be the case, unless your dad’s like a Homo erectus or something…)

Time to go to bed~

EDIT: Oh, and I’m perfectly aware Fred is married, thnx. The picture he drew for that was super cute x)

Yes, I totally did just misspell those words. On purpose, even.
Uploads are a bit late coz I’m pretty fucking lazy. Sorry. =\

I had this dream, where I had a folding acoustic guitar. : D IT WAS SO COOOOL.
And I rocked out for ages till I woke up again. This was also the same dream in which I found a keytar in my garage. (I rocked out with that as well. It made synth noises. Beep boop do bop.)
I want one for real (the guitar, that is), but then that would just be life mimicking Guitar Hero guitars. Where you can take the neck off and stash it next to the guitar body.

So yeah. Two days ago I lost my wallet.
Everyone yelled at me and I was sad. But thanks to the awesome people on the bus that day, it got sent in to lost property and I recovered it.
Now I am happy.
But I still can’t find my buscard…
And it definitely wasn’t in my wallet. Which is quite harrowing. I mean. That’s like. Seventy bucks on the wind, maaaaan… I’ll go check around my room some more later. ;_;

This isn’t exclusively a webcomic or blog or whatever. So like. Yeah. I’ll write what I want and draw what I want. So like. Yeah. Shave your back, man. That fur gives me chills.