God is not the Lincoln Memorial. (My religious beliefs or lack thereof.)

But when I was little that was the picture in my head. A larger-than-life bearded man in a throne of a chair, all white (like clouds). At some point I grew out of that.
My mom is Catholic, my dad is nothing in particular… agnostic maybe? I’ve never interrogated him. Not an official religion anyway.
At some point halfway through the preparation for my Confirmation, I realized that while I did rather like the rituals, I didn’t really believe. I didn’t get up for Communion the next Sunday.
My mom exploded in the car after church.
Then she wanted me to go through with it, “in case I changed my mind later.” I attempted to point out that it wouldn’t have any meaning if I did that, but she said it’d be easier than doing it later. (That wasn’t a very effective argument.) When someone else (someone within the church) made the same point as me, she did listen.
I’m kinda floating in a haze of agnosticism, though I do feel like there’s something, I just don’t know what.
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Gotta love thoughtdumps.

so what’ve I been doing?

Regressing.

To my Gaia Online days.

This is LaLisetta. Isn’t she cute?

Dammit. I swear I have a life.

playing games

one, two, three, Miss Mary Mack
we were all just as good as each other
on the playground
so when now you speak snakesspiderswasps i think
you’re all just as bad as each other
(and maybe i am too?)
from my point of view the yousnakegirls all look the same
even though you’re all so different (and amazing)
i can love you when you’re not hissstingbiting
i can love you when you’re not enemies
i can love you when you can love
(but i can’t hate you even when you hate)
three, two, one
we’re still just as good as each other
(right?)

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This may need/get some revision at some point.