I've been getting really involved in the fringes of the mechanics behind debate organisationals. It's really cool to be able to give back.
In other news, oh dear God, I'm going to DIE from all this work and deadlines that just seem to creep closer and closer, with no sense of remorse or mercy.
And... instead of working while I still can, I am wasting my good brain time blogging and moaning about my problems rather than doing something.
Fail.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Monday, modulo week... again.
Time is going too fast.
I realised there's an Algebra assignment I didn't even pick up that's due in for Monday.
I have a Numerical Analysis assignment due on Friday.
My essay is due in two weeks time.
My second essay isn't even planned, and I have to hand in a plan on Wednesday.
The next two weekends aren't even mine; we're hosting our IV this weekend, and I am going to Cardiff to debatemarate, and that means the loss of two Friday-to-Sunday working slots.
I have a supervision now... I suppose I should get ready for that.
There's so much to do, and not enough time to do much fun stuff. I made the decision to debate weekly, rather than twice weekly, to give myself time to work on Wednesday afternoons. I do miss seeing them, but I get a lot of work done, since lectures finish at noon, and I have the rest of the day to work.
Argh. I'm running late. >_<
I realised there's an Algebra assignment I didn't even pick up that's due in for Monday.
I have a Numerical Analysis assignment due on Friday.
My essay is due in two weeks time.
My second essay isn't even planned, and I have to hand in a plan on Wednesday.
The next two weekends aren't even mine; we're hosting our IV this weekend, and I am going to Cardiff to debatemarate, and that means the loss of two Friday-to-Sunday working slots.
I have a supervision now... I suppose I should get ready for that.
There's so much to do, and not enough time to do much fun stuff. I made the decision to debate weekly, rather than twice weekly, to give myself time to work on Wednesday afternoons. I do miss seeing them, but I get a lot of work done, since lectures finish at noon, and I have the rest of the day to work.
Argh. I'm running late. >_<
Thursday, January 22, 2009
"Obama marks"?
I was talking to my father this morning on MSN. He's getting a lot better now; he had a really bad cold and I was a bit worried, cos I wasn't really able to see him and stuff.
He asked me how work was, and I told him it was okay. There's not much more I can say than that, really. He knows that I've done So Well at school, and if I'm not getting that 100%, it just means I need to work harder. I don't know if he's ever wondered if I'm not capable of reaching it... I know I have so many times...
He had to leave, so he said goodbye, and told me to "keep reaching for Obama marks".
He's said it a few times before... somehow making this assumption that because a black man can become president in a country like America, I will suddenly be motivated to try that bit harder...
Not really. I want to do well for me... I already know that I have more opportunities than my father did, simply due to location and time. I'm trying to do as well as I can, but Obama's not really motivating me to get my essay done, or work out that M-code for Numerical Analysis. He just makes me less embarrassed to have erotic dreams featuring the POTUS.
*sigh*
Sometimes, I don't really get him...
He asked me how work was, and I told him it was okay. There's not much more I can say than that, really. He knows that I've done So Well at school, and if I'm not getting that 100%, it just means I need to work harder. I don't know if he's ever wondered if I'm not capable of reaching it... I know I have so many times...
He had to leave, so he said goodbye, and told me to "keep reaching for Obama marks".
He's said it a few times before... somehow making this assumption that because a black man can become president in a country like America, I will suddenly be motivated to try that bit harder...
Not really. I want to do well for me... I already know that I have more opportunities than my father did, simply due to location and time. I'm trying to do as well as I can, but Obama's not really motivating me to get my essay done, or work out that M-code for Numerical Analysis. He just makes me less embarrassed to have erotic dreams featuring the POTUS.
*sigh*
Sometimes, I don't really get him...
Monday, January 19, 2009
Does anyone grow up? Ever?
Not if you're in politics, you don't. D and I were discussing politics and history in bed... we tend to do this a lot these days. It's awesome, because it combines two of my favourite things - naked and learning.
We realised that the world is essentially like school. Cliques, and gangs, and kids that get picked on, and so on. To make my typing easier, all the countries are going to be somewhat male-gendered. Here's what we thought...
~~~
First of all, there's USA, with his cousin Canada. USA is the jock on the playground, except he's got a really rich dad as well, so you don't mess with him. That, and he has a bizarre thing that he thinks God endorses his right to be the coolest kid on the playground. Canada's cool, and a little annoyed that everyone thinks that, since he's USA's cousin, they must be similar. He's just happy, being nice to everyone.
They like to hang out with UK, France, and other places like that. They sometimes have little friendship groups - like Eurozone, and NATO - within the huge group they like to call the Cool West Gang. They like to eat USA's cake and hang out, and basically rule the playground, since they all have quite rich parents. But, not quite as rich as USA.
There are some kids that nobody wants to play with. Take Zimbabwe. He's the kid with really bad lice and generally poor hygiene, and his parents are too self-absorbed and mental to pay attention and fix it. Because of his problems, none of the kids from the Cool West are allowed to play with him, which is a shame. Zimbabwe gets lonely.
There are some kids like Iran, Iraq and Afghanistan, who don't like USA's influence on the playground. So, they'll flick marbles at USA and generally annoy him. Sometimes, USA will beat up one of them, to show that you shouldn't mess with him, except it just makes them even more annoyed.
Saudi Arabia is the kid who's kinda friends outside of school with UK, and has ridiculously rich parents. Nobody really wants to fight the kid with that much money.
Japan's the kid who tends to sit by himself, playing the very latest portable games console and drawing pictures of killer robots and partially clothed girls getting attacked by tentacles. He went a little berserk attacking various countries a while ago, but USA firmly put him in his place by shattering his two prized marbles. So, he's quiet now, and invites everyone in school to his massive parties where he gives out free Gameboys and pens. [Well, everyone except China.]
There's a bit of the playground near the playing field that used to be Palestine's. He was happy enough with it - it had some fairly shiny stones and a nice shady patch under a tree. Then, the Cool West saw that Israel was getting bullied a lot, with no real place to fit in. They offered him Palestine's corner by the field cos it kinda looked empty, and Israel's dad used to play there as a boy, apparantly. Ever since, they've been fighting over that tiny patch of land.
There's the twin brothers, India and Pakistan. Their parents broke up very badly and now they're brought up so differently that they can't get on at all. They fight nearly all the time, except when they're playing cricket, which is quite surprising, but nice. Their little sister, Bangladesh, is pretty cool, but she doesn't go to their school.
Some other kids that are around, but don't really get involved in squabbles too much are Australia, the friendly zany kid who is secretly amazing at sport, and his cousin New Zealand, who's also friendly, and his dad has a sheep farm. There's the quiet kids who make up a little Pacific group, and they hang out with Australia and New Zealand sometimes.
Even though USA would like to think he's the biggest kid on the tarmac, there is one kid that he's afraid of, although he wouldn't say that to his friends. China, the new kid, transferred a while ago from another school. He's tall, and extremely well-fed. His father worked very hard for a long time, and did some pretty awful things, but then he became pretty rich, and some other parents who secretly worked with him got really rich too. Suddenly, China's become a real threat. He doesn't care that the Cool West won't play with Zimbabwe, and places like that - he trades his cake there for things they have and he needs, like marbles and shiny stones.
Russia's a bit of a headcase. He used to be have his own little gang, governed by the fear of being alone and easily picked on, but after a while, the kids realised that they wanted to get with the Cool Kids gang, and eat Liberal Cake with the Eurozone. With a pretty unstable homelife, he comes to school and picks on the kids that haven't quite got round to getting in with the Cool West, but have definitely abandoned him. A while ago, Russia promised pencils to the kids like Ukraine who can't get their own, and every so often, to exert his power, simply decides not to give out pencils anymore, which means that taking tests and writing notes becomes very difficult. Eventually, Russia is poked enough by the Cool West gang to reluctantly start giving them out again. Everyone's a little worried that one day, he'll just come in and go beserk on everyone, but since he's so messed up, it's not too much of a threat.
Every now and again, there's some playground gossip that USA or UK has been hanging around South America's corner of the playground, in search of illicit toys from home and Red Bull. It's common knowledge that kids like Columbia are doing quite well of their business, although it's never talked about.
The best thing about being one of the original Cool West gang members is that you never get caught AND punished. There was a time in the playground when there was the first total playground war. Everyone was fighting everyone. Germany threw a few mud clods with hidden rocks in it, and UK ripped Germany's uniform and beat him up really bad. When the dust had settled, and Germany and his friends finally gave up, the Cool West gang of the time deemed his mud clod actions to be more heinous than uniform ripping, even though both of them are pretty awful [in playground terms].
And, minus most religion-y bits, this is the world. Once you get religion involved, it becomes much more complicated. That always seems to be the case with religion.
~~~
My thoughts on the Middle East lack-of-peace? Not enough cake. Not in the slightest. I would be more than happy to fund the cake, of course, and provide wheat/dairy-free versions for those who require them. Icing is optional, but cake never is.
We realised that the world is essentially like school. Cliques, and gangs, and kids that get picked on, and so on. To make my typing easier, all the countries are going to be somewhat male-gendered. Here's what we thought...
~~~
First of all, there's USA, with his cousin Canada. USA is the jock on the playground, except he's got a really rich dad as well, so you don't mess with him. That, and he has a bizarre thing that he thinks God endorses his right to be the coolest kid on the playground. Canada's cool, and a little annoyed that everyone thinks that, since he's USA's cousin, they must be similar. He's just happy, being nice to everyone.
They like to hang out with UK, France, and other places like that. They sometimes have little friendship groups - like Eurozone, and NATO - within the huge group they like to call the Cool West Gang. They like to eat USA's cake and hang out, and basically rule the playground, since they all have quite rich parents. But, not quite as rich as USA.
There are some kids that nobody wants to play with. Take Zimbabwe. He's the kid with really bad lice and generally poor hygiene, and his parents are too self-absorbed and mental to pay attention and fix it. Because of his problems, none of the kids from the Cool West are allowed to play with him, which is a shame. Zimbabwe gets lonely.
There are some kids like Iran, Iraq and Afghanistan, who don't like USA's influence on the playground. So, they'll flick marbles at USA and generally annoy him. Sometimes, USA will beat up one of them, to show that you shouldn't mess with him, except it just makes them even more annoyed.
Saudi Arabia is the kid who's kinda friends outside of school with UK, and has ridiculously rich parents. Nobody really wants to fight the kid with that much money.
Japan's the kid who tends to sit by himself, playing the very latest portable games console and drawing pictures of killer robots and partially clothed girls getting attacked by tentacles. He went a little berserk attacking various countries a while ago, but USA firmly put him in his place by shattering his two prized marbles. So, he's quiet now, and invites everyone in school to his massive parties where he gives out free Gameboys and pens. [Well, everyone except China.]
There's a bit of the playground near the playing field that used to be Palestine's. He was happy enough with it - it had some fairly shiny stones and a nice shady patch under a tree. Then, the Cool West saw that Israel was getting bullied a lot, with no real place to fit in. They offered him Palestine's corner by the field cos it kinda looked empty, and Israel's dad used to play there as a boy, apparantly. Ever since, they've been fighting over that tiny patch of land.
There's the twin brothers, India and Pakistan. Their parents broke up very badly and now they're brought up so differently that they can't get on at all. They fight nearly all the time, except when they're playing cricket, which is quite surprising, but nice. Their little sister, Bangladesh, is pretty cool, but she doesn't go to their school.
Some other kids that are around, but don't really get involved in squabbles too much are Australia, the friendly zany kid who is secretly amazing at sport, and his cousin New Zealand, who's also friendly, and his dad has a sheep farm. There's the quiet kids who make up a little Pacific group, and they hang out with Australia and New Zealand sometimes.
Even though USA would like to think he's the biggest kid on the tarmac, there is one kid that he's afraid of, although he wouldn't say that to his friends. China, the new kid, transferred a while ago from another school. He's tall, and extremely well-fed. His father worked very hard for a long time, and did some pretty awful things, but then he became pretty rich, and some other parents who secretly worked with him got really rich too. Suddenly, China's become a real threat. He doesn't care that the Cool West won't play with Zimbabwe, and places like that - he trades his cake there for things they have and he needs, like marbles and shiny stones.
Russia's a bit of a headcase. He used to be have his own little gang, governed by the fear of being alone and easily picked on, but after a while, the kids realised that they wanted to get with the Cool Kids gang, and eat Liberal Cake with the Eurozone. With a pretty unstable homelife, he comes to school and picks on the kids that haven't quite got round to getting in with the Cool West, but have definitely abandoned him. A while ago, Russia promised pencils to the kids like Ukraine who can't get their own, and every so often, to exert his power, simply decides not to give out pencils anymore, which means that taking tests and writing notes becomes very difficult. Eventually, Russia is poked enough by the Cool West gang to reluctantly start giving them out again. Everyone's a little worried that one day, he'll just come in and go beserk on everyone, but since he's so messed up, it's not too much of a threat.
Every now and again, there's some playground gossip that USA or UK has been hanging around South America's corner of the playground, in search of illicit toys from home and Red Bull. It's common knowledge that kids like Columbia are doing quite well of their business, although it's never talked about.
The best thing about being one of the original Cool West gang members is that you never get caught AND punished. There was a time in the playground when there was the first total playground war. Everyone was fighting everyone. Germany threw a few mud clods with hidden rocks in it, and UK ripped Germany's uniform and beat him up really bad. When the dust had settled, and Germany and his friends finally gave up, the Cool West gang of the time deemed his mud clod actions to be more heinous than uniform ripping, even though both of them are pretty awful [in playground terms].
And, minus most religion-y bits, this is the world. Once you get religion involved, it becomes much more complicated. That always seems to be the case with religion.
~~~
My thoughts on the Middle East lack-of-peace? Not enough cake. Not in the slightest. I would be more than happy to fund the cake, of course, and provide wheat/dairy-free versions for those who require them. Icing is optional, but cake never is.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Over the hills, and far away...
Last night was kinda cool. I think. My memory is awful, so I only really remember the highlights... and, since all the highlights I remember are good, I'll assume it was kinda cool.
I decided to iPlayer an episode of the Teletubbies, to the horror of my housemates. After frantically finding headphones to shield themselves from Tinky-Winky et al, they plugged me in, and I had a really good time watching a thing about goats. It was kinda weird, the kids were... so kiddy.
D didn't like the laughing baby in the sun at the beginning. He doesn't like babies. Then again, he doesn't like most people, and babies are smaller, fatter and less coherent versions of people... so, I guess that makes sense.
It's quite early, isn't it? It feels earlier. Every morning, it is just a little more difficult to get out of bed. I'd rather just stay in bed for another few hours, sleep a little, snuggle with D...
I like Will Smith. He's pretty cool.
I decided to iPlayer an episode of the Teletubbies, to the horror of my housemates. After frantically finding headphones to shield themselves from Tinky-Winky et al, they plugged me in, and I had a really good time watching a thing about goats. It was kinda weird, the kids were... so kiddy.
D didn't like the laughing baby in the sun at the beginning. He doesn't like babies. Then again, he doesn't like most people, and babies are smaller, fatter and less coherent versions of people... so, I guess that makes sense.
It's quite early, isn't it? It feels earlier. Every morning, it is just a little more difficult to get out of bed. I'd rather just stay in bed for another few hours, sleep a little, snuggle with D...
I like Will Smith. He's pretty cool.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Well, yeah.
I can feel myself getting slowly more stressed. It's so slow that I can barely notice from day to day, but if I think about how I felt five or more days ago, it's more noticeable.
I got really annoyed with someone today. I didn't really let it show too much [I don't think]... but he was being REALLY annoying.
We have supervisions, so you can ask a postgrad how to divide by zero if you really want to. My timetable is a little silly this term, but not unbearably so. I have a single hour in the middle of the day to eat lunch, except Tuesdays [which are solid lectures from 10 to 5] and Wednesdays [on which I'm totally free from 12 onwards].
With my weekly meeting with my tutor set for a Wednesday, I have been negotiating with the group for a sensible time to have a supervision.
We all thought that Monday at 11 would be alright. Not too early, not on the same day as a tutorial for any of us, not clashing with lectures, and not in the solitary lunch hour for any day.
All of us, except for one guy. Grr.
He's a nice enough chap, really. A bit annoying, but I see him so little it's hardly a problem. [I did beat him last year by a few percent though, so whenever he gets too up himself, I just remember that and it doesn't bother me so much.]
He didn't like the idea of Monday at 11 because "it's after the weekend, and we'll have sorted out all our problems over the weekend and thus have nothing to say".
He then said that 11 was a bit early, since all of his other days were 9am starts. [WHAT!? How is 11 an early start?]
Then he said he has support classes for all of his modules... and doesn't really need a supervision at all, actually.
This was awesome logic on his part, and enabled me to finish the conversation before I hurt him, and I emailed Tom [our awesome postgrad] that we'll see him at the aforementioned time.
*sigh*
Stress makes me an even more sucky person than usual. I guess that's true for everyone. I am attempting to try not to get into petty arguments, about housework and supervisions and other trivial things, but it's hard. I want to fight, sometimes. I just want to tear someone to shreds, and get all of this angry nervous energy out.
Sadly, most of the time I'm too exhausted to realise I'm angry.
Back to the essay...
I got really annoyed with someone today. I didn't really let it show too much [I don't think]... but he was being REALLY annoying.
We have supervisions, so you can ask a postgrad how to divide by zero if you really want to. My timetable is a little silly this term, but not unbearably so. I have a single hour in the middle of the day to eat lunch, except Tuesdays [which are solid lectures from 10 to 5] and Wednesdays [on which I'm totally free from 12 onwards].
With my weekly meeting with my tutor set for a Wednesday, I have been negotiating with the group for a sensible time to have a supervision.
We all thought that Monday at 11 would be alright. Not too early, not on the same day as a tutorial for any of us, not clashing with lectures, and not in the solitary lunch hour for any day.
All of us, except for one guy. Grr.
He's a nice enough chap, really. A bit annoying, but I see him so little it's hardly a problem. [I did beat him last year by a few percent though, so whenever he gets too up himself, I just remember that and it doesn't bother me so much.]
He didn't like the idea of Monday at 11 because "it's after the weekend, and we'll have sorted out all our problems over the weekend and thus have nothing to say".
He then said that 11 was a bit early, since all of his other days were 9am starts. [WHAT!? How is 11 an early start?]
Then he said he has support classes for all of his modules... and doesn't really need a supervision at all, actually.
This was awesome logic on his part, and enabled me to finish the conversation before I hurt him, and I emailed Tom [our awesome postgrad] that we'll see him at the aforementioned time.
*sigh*
Stress makes me an even more sucky person than usual. I guess that's true for everyone. I am attempting to try not to get into petty arguments, about housework and supervisions and other trivial things, but it's hard. I want to fight, sometimes. I just want to tear someone to shreds, and get all of this angry nervous energy out.
Sadly, most of the time I'm too exhausted to realise I'm angry.
Back to the essay...
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
That's me in the corner, that's me in the spotlight...
I don't think that I'm a Christian anymore.
With some help, I logic-ed my way through things, and I shrugged off Catholicism easily, and realised that, although I have some personal morals and beliefs that coincide with Christian ones, I don't really believe the essential Christian stuff... so, yeah. It's kinda weird. I don't have a problem with being around Christians, or being in the Chaplaincy, and I might start going to Christian Focus Sunday meals again, because I miss the company, but... my mind is totally open. I'm accepting that there's more to my beliefs than what's easiest to do family-wise.
Here's my thoughts about this new section of my spiritual journey...
I want to bring my kids up secular, which I've always kinda wanted to do anyway. Kids are so easily told lies - I tell my 13 year old brother lies which he still believes readily despite the fact he knows I lie. So, is it fair to tell kids lovely stories about heaven and stuff and imprint ideas in their minds before they're too young to say no?
I'm not going back to church. I always used to use it as a place to "recover" from a lapse in faith, which, when I think about it, is totally dumb. I always used to just absorb myself in the ceremony of it all, and sing as loudly as I could because I love singing, and detach myself from the meaning, which isn't the point at all. You're supposed to go to church to pray, and do the Catholic things, believe the Catholic things, agree with the viewpoints and be willing to explain and convince others so that they might "understand" the way you do...
But... I don't think gay people are inherently bad people. A lot of them are very considerate and patient and put up with a lot of crap from people who think they have the moral highground because of whatever thousand-year-old religious text they like to read. And, I don't think abortion's a good thing to do [it's gross and really traumatic] but it shouldn't be banned. I use contraception because I think it's okay to be intimate with someone before marriage and I can't really have kids right now, can I? Terrible idea. :p
I still love Christmas though. I don't like the commercialism, and I can't stand Santa. It's just... what kind of parents tell their children that a weird old guy is coming down the chimney with flying reindeer to give them Christmas presents if they're good, or coal if they're bad? Hell, I might prefer the coal. It's going to be worth a LOT very soon. I don't intend on telling my kids that Santa exists in a literal sense. As a concept, I guess he's okay... unless you are a child that has no other source of present hope except from "Santa"... hmm. Anyway, Christmas.
It's fun, right? You get to eat turkey and stuffing - although you can technically do that every day, you never really do it apart from Chrimble. And, I like playing the piano, and singing the alto parts to all the really old Christmas and Advent hymns, because the music is so beautiful. It's so thoughtful and reflective. Even if you don't believe, you have to love the harmonies.
And, you get to sing the stupid 70s Christmas hits that you still don't hate because you hear them so rarely.
But, Christmas is okay, I guess. It's nice to give people you care about presents. I liked giving D his presents. I like making him happy. :)
So to summarise... I like Christmas, but I don't really *get* it anymore. I'm undecided about Easter. I'll cross that hurdle when I get there, I suppose. I don't mind Christians, as long as they don't expect me to suddenly backtrack all this thinking I've been doing here after quoting a couple of Bible verses.
I guess that none of this is really new to me. I don't believe anything drastically different to what I did when I was 12 or so, getting my First Holy Communion done because Nana said so.
Well... as I said, I keep an open mind. If I rediscover Christianity later, so be it. If I stay here, that's fine. We'll see how it goes...
Until then, I'm just praying [ha!] that I don't get into a heavy religious argument with any non-forgiving atheists [like some of the guys in debating...] cos that's just too much right now.
It's a funny time for all of this, isn't it? Christmas is the second most important celebration of the creation of the Christian faith, after all...
With some help, I logic-ed my way through things, and I shrugged off Catholicism easily, and realised that, although I have some personal morals and beliefs that coincide with Christian ones, I don't really believe the essential Christian stuff... so, yeah. It's kinda weird. I don't have a problem with being around Christians, or being in the Chaplaincy, and I might start going to Christian Focus Sunday meals again, because I miss the company, but... my mind is totally open. I'm accepting that there's more to my beliefs than what's easiest to do family-wise.
Here's my thoughts about this new section of my spiritual journey...
I want to bring my kids up secular, which I've always kinda wanted to do anyway. Kids are so easily told lies - I tell my 13 year old brother lies which he still believes readily despite the fact he knows I lie. So, is it fair to tell kids lovely stories about heaven and stuff and imprint ideas in their minds before they're too young to say no?
I'm not going back to church. I always used to use it as a place to "recover" from a lapse in faith, which, when I think about it, is totally dumb. I always used to just absorb myself in the ceremony of it all, and sing as loudly as I could because I love singing, and detach myself from the meaning, which isn't the point at all. You're supposed to go to church to pray, and do the Catholic things, believe the Catholic things, agree with the viewpoints and be willing to explain and convince others so that they might "understand" the way you do...
But... I don't think gay people are inherently bad people. A lot of them are very considerate and patient and put up with a lot of crap from people who think they have the moral highground because of whatever thousand-year-old religious text they like to read. And, I don't think abortion's a good thing to do [it's gross and really traumatic] but it shouldn't be banned. I use contraception because I think it's okay to be intimate with someone before marriage and I can't really have kids right now, can I? Terrible idea. :p
I still love Christmas though. I don't like the commercialism, and I can't stand Santa. It's just... what kind of parents tell their children that a weird old guy is coming down the chimney with flying reindeer to give them Christmas presents if they're good, or coal if they're bad? Hell, I might prefer the coal. It's going to be worth a LOT very soon. I don't intend on telling my kids that Santa exists in a literal sense. As a concept, I guess he's okay... unless you are a child that has no other source of present hope except from "Santa"... hmm. Anyway, Christmas.
It's fun, right? You get to eat turkey and stuffing - although you can technically do that every day, you never really do it apart from Chrimble. And, I like playing the piano, and singing the alto parts to all the really old Christmas and Advent hymns, because the music is so beautiful. It's so thoughtful and reflective. Even if you don't believe, you have to love the harmonies.
And, you get to sing the stupid 70s Christmas hits that you still don't hate because you hear them so rarely.
But, Christmas is okay, I guess. It's nice to give people you care about presents. I liked giving D his presents. I like making him happy. :)
So to summarise... I like Christmas, but I don't really *get* it anymore. I'm undecided about Easter. I'll cross that hurdle when I get there, I suppose. I don't mind Christians, as long as they don't expect me to suddenly backtrack all this thinking I've been doing here after quoting a couple of Bible verses.
I guess that none of this is really new to me. I don't believe anything drastically different to what I did when I was 12 or so, getting my First Holy Communion done because Nana said so.
Well... as I said, I keep an open mind. If I rediscover Christianity later, so be it. If I stay here, that's fine. We'll see how it goes...
Until then, I'm just praying [ha!] that I don't get into a heavy religious argument with any non-forgiving atheists [like some of the guys in debating...] cos that's just too much right now.
It's a funny time for all of this, isn't it? Christmas is the second most important celebration of the creation of the Christian faith, after all...
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