tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post642812223875471035..comments2024-03-24T16:53:02.846-07:00Comments on Five Hundred Pound Peep: God as Bart SimpsonFive Hundred Pound Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862707335431442713noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post-80763927834894354102018-02-03T09:40:19.163-08:002018-02-03T09:40:19.163-08:00As a Christian, I started thinking God was punishi...As a Christian, I started thinking God was punishing me all the time since many bad things had happened. It made me vulnerable to the spiritual abuser that came along. I remember trying to talk to some people about life and what had happened to me but most got angry. I learned the hard way during the early years of no contact, that many people just like to kick someone when they were down, and they seemed to enjoy my misery like that ex-millionaire friend and flying monkey family members. It got weird all these people told me I had to be positive and "thankful" to God about many things. I had thoughts inside like I didn't ask to be born and I had tried my best in my life so why did I get constantly "punished". God became just another narcissist judging me for having emotions and not toeing the line. I don't think much of a Being that wants eternal worship from humans like a human being would demand of a colony of ants. Do any of us want the ants bowing and scraping before us, for our glory? It still makes no sense. God has far more power and might supposedly like a human has over an ant. Now I think a truly enlightened being would find being worshipped boring, they would know they were already mighty and powerful they would want friends instead.<br /><br />LOL "You've been fucked" is far more offensive then eat my shorts but I guess there's many in this world who realize the promises of a God as presented in the Bible looking out for them does not pan out. Like they picture God giving them the middle finger and slamming the door in their face. I think more of religion as a control mechanism, self policing behavior to keep us all in line. Don't ask too many questions it's "offensive" to God. <br /><br />I get tired of the "I am blessed" mantras too. If I wore a T-shirt saying "I am blessed" would be it be a mockery as I woke up today dry heaving from the flu, and spending days in bed? I suppose I could plaster a fake smile on my face and be some disability inspiration as I limp my way down the street, but I;m just not interested. I find it superficial too. I am sick of empty platitudes and being told to be this certain kind of person that bores the hell out of me. Let "God" and his followers be bored to death with each other, color me uninterested. LOL In fundamentalist Christianity there was this perfect woman they always put forth, meek, mild, ever baking her own bread, living in her white picket fence house, with many children who were all healthy and obedient. It's not my reality. I feel like narcs want this crap drilled into our heads over and over. Why do so many want to police our thoughts now and to tell us we better be grateful "or else"? I had enough of the fake smiles under narc demand, I'm not interested in it. <br /><br />Yeah some have adopted "think positive" like a religion and it seems worse among evangelical Christians. I admit to myself now some months into deconversion, there's a reason I got bored among some of them, they had adapted this mode of thought where they never talked about anything real. The weather was safe to talk about and all these nice events. That reminds me of this one ex friend [the project] who sought to reform me in all the card making. She could tell me her problems, but I was not allowed, I had to be disability inspiration, I had to be "positive", I was not allowed to be sad for feel. I don't want people like this around me anymore. I am glad you got rid of that woman. She lived off of you for free rent while chastising and judging you. Some of them project like crazy. Five Hundred Pound Peephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05862707335431442713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post-58920208554310920212018-01-31T18:14:51.711-08:002018-01-31T18:14:51.711-08:00When I was very young, just right out of high scho...When I was very young, just right out of high school, I thought God played cruel jokes on certain unlucky people and me. I used to tell people that my life was a joke and some people were angry when I said it. I did not understand why some people were mad at me for feeling that way about life in general except that some people wanted to hold onto their offensive philosophy of life that I did not embrace.<br /><br />When I was in my thirties, I watched a scene in a movie where a customer services representative of a company that dealt with vacationers said, "You've been fucked!" I felt God has been telling me that I have been fucked when bad things happened to me. The phrase "Eat my short" is a children-friendly message while a statement "You've been fucked" is offensive to moralists. <br /><br />I never cared for "I am blessed" or "blessed" messages or logo. What I never cared for people who insisted on living in a delusion that they are blessed or would get blessed by God when they make decisions that negatively impact others. It is too superficial, fleeting and empty, as platitudes are empty and meaningless. Some people, especially narcs want to drill these mantras into their heads over and over until it is "embedded" inside their heads, or they are completely "brainwashed." <br /><br />These people who need to drill the word "blessed" in their heads have nothing exciting about their lives, so they need platitudes and "positivities" to survive. I used to house a woman who claimed that she psychologically needed to "think positive" and have these words drilled into her head; otherwise, she would get angry and depressed. She implied that if I did not go along with her "positivity," I would have been emotionally and mentally abusive to her. It took me a year to get rid of her. She turned out to be a malignant narc who hustled me for free housing and foods. <br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post-42783390551763011642018-01-31T09:16:50.625-08:002018-01-31T09:16:50.625-08:00LOL thanks anon, I am glad you get my joke. That s...LOL thanks anon, I am glad you get my joke. That stuff is worsening around here. Yeah there is something Orwellian and repressive about it. I am surprised they haven't gotten people to put up OBEY signs yet, oops saw those on some T-shirts. Yes it is all indoctrination about "right thinking", I'll think what I want thank you. Christianity turned into a mind control cult. Yeah these signs for me are a red flag to keep a "friendship" an acquaintanceship or polite social interaction. Yes they are control freaks where one bad thought gives them the vapors or who gripe about "negativity". Sure it's an agarian "country" sign, kind of funny how they always print this crap on faux barn wood that some sweatshop slaves put together over in China. At least "Eat my Shorts" had a little verve to it. I can see them all with zombie eyes as the nation falls and their work hours or the man of the house's expand or get wiped away, and Republicans make life even more precarious, repeating to themselves "I am so blessed, I am so blessed, I am so blessed." LOLFive Hundred Pound Peephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05862707335431442713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post-22402508182801613752018-01-31T08:48:53.255-08:002018-01-31T08:48:53.255-08:00"Middle Class and above Smug Christian Woman ..."Middle Class and above Smug Christian Woman decor" LOL! You nailed it, Peep! :) There's something so Orwellian about these ubiquitous, cheerful slogans shepherding us towards right thinking! If "Always Kiss Me Goodnight" hangs on your bedroom wall, your relationship is fascistically f&#$@d, as displays of affection are decreed mandatory! It's been my experience that women who decorate with elegantly "scripted" signs, IN LIEU OF ART, are indeed pastel control freaks who throw over the top toddler birthday parties to confirm their socio-economic status to mommies in attendance. Turn over a splintered faux rustic sign, conveying American agrarian values and discover it's Made in China! What had been the pursuit and arena of philosophy has been dumbed down to "Eat Pray Love." Eat My Shorts! LOLAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com