I Need To Rant [Original post: July 24, 2007]

I'm getting reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally tired of being at my grandparents' house,

but for just one reason: my grandmother refuses to accept that I have my own

beliefs and opinions. Not only that, she waits until it's me, her, my little brother

(who always acts perfect around her), and two of my younger cousins (aged 12

and 8). So, for example, recently, she asked me how I felt about evolution. For

starters, that's not something to talk about in front of an eight year old. Anyway, I

told her that I thought it made sense. I could tell right away that's not what she

wanted to hear, but it was what she expected. While trying to back up my

argument, the exact thing I expected to happen happened. All of the kids joined

her side. I decided to stop trying when she told me I was bound for Hell, backed

into a corner from which God could not save me. Her jaw about dropped when

she asked me how I felt about gay marriage and got the reply, "It doesn't really

affect me. I really don't care." Apparently I should've responded, "Homosexuality

is an abomination of the highest degree, and we should burn them at the stake."

Needless to say, she wasn't thrilled with my support of Obama; that just fanned

the fire. Finally, the very first instance: a passion play at our church. I'm just a lost

cause because it did not move me to tears. After I told her that it did not move me

to tears, that I already knew the story, and that I knew it was actually a happy

ending for us, she had the nerve to tell me that I'm "just a lost cause." Now, that

could be a reasonable reaction if I said I was an atheist, which I did not claim, nor

am I an atheist. However, because my scientific and religious views conflict with

hers, I'm now going to Hell. -sigh- Now I feel better. If you don't agree with me,

please don't tell me I'm going to Hell, please, I get enough of that as it is.