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Goths and God
Feb. 6th, 2005 09:02 pmLast night was a bit of a fizzer.
I met up with Teresa earlier than planned, and we got to Morticia's (the Goth club the Jubilee hotel hosts once a month) around 8:30. Which meant no-one was really there. We left around 10 after boredom got the better of us. Some guy asked to take a picture of me though O_o We wandered around the Valley for a while, being approached by two resident freaks (not including the girls from high school we ran into), before I called Dad to come pick us up. Ack.
Teresa is like me in the sense that neither of us are too good at socializing, but in honesty she is far worse at it than I and often has no idea how to act in certain situations. For example, she's very indecisive, can't seem to politley excuse herself when approaced by aforementioned hobos and seems to be quite scared of them. She also doesn't really know how to act around other people, and can be quite shy. This is why I often find myself playing the role of big sister to her (despite the fact she already has several). I'm the one who fends of evil hobos, makes descisions and coaxes her along when she doesn't know what the hell's happening. I guess she's open to a whole ot of stuff because her mother's always been so overprotective of her. I mean, the woman yells at her if she catches a train after 8pm and practically runs her life. Not to mention her boyfriend (who she's now known for all of seven months and is getting married to) is always checking up on her. I'm seriously concerned that she's only marrying him because he's the first guy that hasn't wanted her for sex. He's also her first real boyfriend. I don't know. Perhaps after being sheltered by her mother all her life she feels the need for someone to protect her, or maybe even a dominant force. And this young man who shows many of the same traits as her mother seems to be ideal.
And they say girls always look for a man who most represents their *father*.
Somewhere inbetween hobos and popping into the Bakery for Chinese donuts we ran into your stereotypical religious nut yelling on a street corner. Resisting the ever-present urge to pick on him (they get enough of that without me adding to it, and besides that, picking on religous zealots is kind of the equivelant of picking on the retarted kid at school), I was somewhat intreguied to his mentality, and asked him in all seriousness why God is said to hate homosexuals. He just continued spouting his script about how everyone's going to Hell over the top of me. I guess that's what they're trained to do, but it would have been interesting to have a theological discussion with someone such as he. Why does someone spend the better part of their life standing on a street corner yelling about evil and God's grace? Are they just puppets being controlled by whichever greedy organization roped them in? Do they think they can help save humanity? Do they want to share the love and piece of mind they've found in religion with the rest of the populace?
Meh. Speaking of annoyances, some of my family came over to wish me bon voyage today (though I think Neville and Linda only came for the free food). Oh well. At least I could retreat to my laptop at random intervals. Mum keeps saying that I'm ostracizing my relatives; and I hope to death that I am. They've seemed a bit less interested in me in recent times, which is good. As I've said before, I really want nothing to do with them. They may care about me, but I just plain dislike them and pretty much always have. Anyway, who needs family when you have loving friends who you actually care about and who you'll know will always be there to support you?
I met up with Teresa earlier than planned, and we got to Morticia's (the Goth club the Jubilee hotel hosts once a month) around 8:30. Which meant no-one was really there. We left around 10 after boredom got the better of us. Some guy asked to take a picture of me though O_o We wandered around the Valley for a while, being approached by two resident freaks (not including the girls from high school we ran into), before I called Dad to come pick us up. Ack.
Teresa is like me in the sense that neither of us are too good at socializing, but in honesty she is far worse at it than I and often has no idea how to act in certain situations. For example, she's very indecisive, can't seem to politley excuse herself when approaced by aforementioned hobos and seems to be quite scared of them. She also doesn't really know how to act around other people, and can be quite shy. This is why I often find myself playing the role of big sister to her (despite the fact she already has several). I'm the one who fends of evil hobos, makes descisions and coaxes her along when she doesn't know what the hell's happening. I guess she's open to a whole ot of stuff because her mother's always been so overprotective of her. I mean, the woman yells at her if she catches a train after 8pm and practically runs her life. Not to mention her boyfriend (who she's now known for all of seven months and is getting married to) is always checking up on her. I'm seriously concerned that she's only marrying him because he's the first guy that hasn't wanted her for sex. He's also her first real boyfriend. I don't know. Perhaps after being sheltered by her mother all her life she feels the need for someone to protect her, or maybe even a dominant force. And this young man who shows many of the same traits as her mother seems to be ideal.
And they say girls always look for a man who most represents their *father*.
Somewhere inbetween hobos and popping into the Bakery for Chinese donuts we ran into your stereotypical religious nut yelling on a street corner. Resisting the ever-present urge to pick on him (they get enough of that without me adding to it, and besides that, picking on religous zealots is kind of the equivelant of picking on the retarted kid at school), I was somewhat intreguied to his mentality, and asked him in all seriousness why God is said to hate homosexuals. He just continued spouting his script about how everyone's going to Hell over the top of me. I guess that's what they're trained to do, but it would have been interesting to have a theological discussion with someone such as he. Why does someone spend the better part of their life standing on a street corner yelling about evil and God's grace? Are they just puppets being controlled by whichever greedy organization roped them in? Do they think they can help save humanity? Do they want to share the love and piece of mind they've found in religion with the rest of the populace?
Meh. Speaking of annoyances, some of my family came over to wish me bon voyage today (though I think Neville and Linda only came for the free food). Oh well. At least I could retreat to my laptop at random intervals. Mum keeps saying that I'm ostracizing my relatives; and I hope to death that I am. They've seemed a bit less interested in me in recent times, which is good. As I've said before, I really want nothing to do with them. They may care about me, but I just plain dislike them and pretty much always have. Anyway, who needs family when you have loving friends who you actually care about and who you'll know will always be there to support you?
