Nerdin’ Out

Happy Saturday! I don’t worship a god anymore, but the next closest thing is my worship of Saturday’s. I just love them so much! 

This morning, we went to the local “comicon”! I have never been to a comic convention before, but I had an absolute blast! I’m not too much of a comic book person, but I do enjoy web-comics here and there.  I also am a big fan of art, and it was awesome seeing all the talented artists there as well. Of course, the was a lot of good people watching, possibly my favorite part. I really love being around people who are passionate about something, no matter what it may be! I just love seeing people when they are their most honest and genuine. No matter how disinterested in a subject I am, I always have so much respect for someone with a real passion and love to hear about it. 

if you do like art/comics/graphic novels/steam-punk/awesomeness, you should check these guys out:

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1967813561/the-cowboy-and-the-goliath-book-2?ref=home_location

http://blackrosecomic.com/

What did you do this saturday?

Savita

A lot of you have probably heard about the sad story of Savita.  A woman who died in Ireland because the doctors deemed her dying unborn baby to be more important than her life.   Here is the article.  I almost couldn’t believe my eyes when I first saw the story on Facebook yesterday. And then on Reddit. And then from another Facebook post. And then thousands of articles about it on Google news. The story was so sad. And what shocked me even more is that it happened in a hospital I walk past almost every day.

And from what I’ve come to know of the Irish system of bureaucracy, I wasn’t surprised that a totally innocent, non-Catholic woman died in the name of the religious rite. A few weeks ago, during election time, I remember hearing Irish news talk about how American politics were so much more concerned with social issues like abortion and gay rights–and they certainly didn’t say that as if it were a good thing. More of a, why are they so concerned with those issues?  The students I’ve talked to have more or less had the attitude of, oh, people just go to England for abortions. It’s illegal here, but it’s not really a big deal. That’s just how it is.  Total complacency. But when their tuition goes up 250 euro…they suddenly know how to stand up to the government and organize marches and protests.

I’m not trying to be an expert on Irish government or anything, but I can’t help but have an opinion.  Now all the articles are about how the Irish government is going to rectify the situation, and clarify the law.  Too bad they didn’t do that before someone died. Too bad the political analysts were pointing fingers at Americans when they could have been looking at their own government.

It’s absolutely maddening. I can’t imagine the pain of  losing your wife and unborn child, in a situation where she could have lived. He had to watch her go through days of agony. As if that isn’t enough, the whole situation is thrown in to the public eye at the center of a political scandal. It seems like in situations regarding death and politics, the people become fictional.  These are REAL people.  Real people with real lives and families and jobs.  When we will we stop letting people die for reasons like this?? I mean, the restricted access to life saving abortion in a developed country is one sad situation, and there are thousands of others out there.  There’s that big one out there–war. A 3 letter word to describe a whole lot of awful.

I’m only waiting for the political statements, “at least something good came from it” or “it was gods plan”.  Fuck religion. Seriously. Fuck it.

Open Up Your Own Door

Today, while perusing Instagram, I came across this:

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My thoughts were pretty well summed up in this comment.  “Or you can just open the door yourself and not wait around for “supernatural” beings to determine your life for you.”

If you don’t like how life is going, do what you can to change it. Trust yourself and your decisions. Don’t sit in the hallway until you hear some “divine” voice telling you what to do. It’s your life, live it.

that’s all, stay adorable,

M.C.

Joy Everyday

So, I really thought the excitement of being an atheist would have worn off by now. Not to say I expected to get bored with it, I just expected it to become routine, normal, and be ingrained in who I am. And it is, but it is also like getting a little present everyday. I’m always having new moments of excitement brought on by realizing just how much I like being an atheist. Sometimes it comes from not having to defend my faith as reasonable justification for god in philosophy class. Sometimes it’s meeting someone who agrees that it’s not right to raise children by telling them there is a god and we believe in the right god. It’s realizing how small my world was when I was a person of  faith, and seeing just how big and limitless it is now that my focus is on rationality and happiness. It feels so good to sit down with “God is Not Great” and feel impassioned and interested about something.

When I was a young teen, I remember leading a bible study on the difference between joy and happiness. I think that the point was that joy was a pleasure that came from god. It just seems so silly to me.  Tell all these people they won’t have true happiness if they don’t commit their lives to this narcissistic and arrogant god. I feel that faith always left me reaching for more and feeling confused, but every now and again when I was all pumped up with adrenalin and really nice things being said either in church or at a bible study I would feel “joyful”. Or anytime I felt really happy and I would attribute it to god instead of attributing it to my friends and or family who were bringing me happiness.  I guess now I feel things, both happy and sad, a lot more genuinely.

I hope everyone is doing well, and staying away from large politically and religiously charged crowds.

Stay Adorable,

M.C.

I kissed the blarney stone and did not get the gift of the gab. I got a sore throat.

“Somebody is Looking Out For Me”

Today I watched this video of Adam Savage speaking at the Reason Rally. It  inspired me. It made me happy. I listened to it a few times, because he says so many great and meaningful  things in such a short time.  I thought about every Christian speaker I’ve ever heard (which is a lot) and  wondered what their speech would sound like. My analysis is as follows, “We have a god who loves us” (cheering from the crowd), “We need to win back our schools for god” (cheering from the crowd), “God has a plan for you” (Cheering from the crowd), “Gods mercy rains down on us” (Cheering from the crowd).  Probably some music playing, some time to think quietly about all your transgressions, emotion filled testimonies, more singing, and a whole lotta crying.

I was that a part of that crowd several times. Now I long to be a part of a crowd like the one at the Reason Rally. I want to cheer for and celebrate human reason. Adam Savage states a lot of facts.  I want to celebrate facts. Facts don’t make me agonize over the lack of clarity they offer.  Reasonable thought doesn’t leave me with a million what if’s and no way to get to the answer. It means so much more to me to cheer for reason, truth, facts, ideas, and a fellow human’s story than cheering for abstract, questionable, emotion based empty phrases. I am excited to think of my morality as truly mine, not bestowed upon me or demanded of me to receive “life”.  Failing as a faithful person led to a road of wonder, frustration, sadness, questioning, self-loathing and a variety of other emotions. Failing as an atheist means determination, problem solving, wonder, and education.  Truth has changed my life for the better.

The ending quote was my favorite and sums up so much of how I feel.

I have concluded through careful empirical analysis and much thought that somebody is looking out for me, keeping track of what I think about things, forgiving me when I do less than I ought. Giving me strength to shoot for more than I think I’m capable of. I believe they know everything that I do and think, and they still love me, and I’ve concluded, after careful consideration, that this person keeping score is me.

Stay Adorable,

M.C.