Freaked and Frustrated

So when I got home tonight, my dad freaked out that if he had a gun by his bed, he would accidently shoot someone because we scare him while he's sleeping. Becki said one night, she left her room to find him coming down the hallway with a baseball bat saying he dreamt there was a intruder in the house and was just making sure. I am now officially too afraid to leave my room at night.

At yoga tonight the music reminded me not too subtly of the music in the Twilight Zone. I forgot how much I loved that show, and never realized what an ominous tone its cheesy score would cast over everyday life.

I was just reading a blog posted by a SCCC student and I cannot believe some people. I don't care what your religious ideals are, but when you are handing out bibles in the school cafeteria, I feel that's crossing a line. Okay, hand them out to people who chose to take them, don't badger everyone who walks past and then silently pray for them so they don't go to hell when they refuse your offer. How can you make the Theory of Evolution equatable to the talking snake in the story of Adam and Eve? Good thing science kind of leans away from your theory. I don't understand how people look so down on those who get sucked into cults, thinking they're absolutely crazy or ridiculous enough to believe some of the cult attitudes, when so many Christians are just as sucked into their beliefs and think nothing of it, or worse yet think they're better then the rest of the world because they are the saved people. 

A section in Cody's book Hardcore Zen struck me as particularly interesting. It was talking about how no matter where you are, there is no such thing as a paradise. So even if you live in a gorgeous place, have the dream job, and are incredibly happy,  eventually its just a regular job or life you have to drag yourself to. There's no paradise, there's no Utopia waiting for you after you die, and thinking their is may be a hopeful thought, but its also wasting the time you could be spending enjoying what's here on Earth. If you're constantly seeking and waiting for the afterlife, what's the point of living anymore? 

Next, many stories in the bible are found to be variations of stories told in other religions. The story of Noah finds its roots in the Mesopotamian story of Giglimesh, so to think that the bible is a literal account of the things that took place is farfetched. The bible is a series of stories to help teach you how to become a better person in "God's" eyes, not a word-for-word retelling of what happened. I'm not even Christian and I realize that, ugh. 

Sussex County infuriates me; you would think living in New Jersey and not the bible belt would make life more bearable, but I guess EBF New Jersey is where you find the conservative minority of our states inhabitants.