And let there be Religon, and Comedy.

Well. It's been three day's since I wrote my last post.
I'll start with the most important one. I had this big long discussion with my Grandmother about religion. She was talking to me about these feelings she was having about my Dad, and how she was disappointed with him. She was saying he has some sort of hate in him, that she can't understand, and she thinks it's because he is a christian. So, I got on my soap box. She said she was blaming God for his hate. I told her that anything in Christianity is only love and kindness. Nothing else. And that whatever had deceived my Dad, was completely not from God. And that blaming God for something he didn't do, well, wasn't right.
Okay. I'm sorry, but I get really sometimes completely pissed off at Christians because they always shove God down other people's throats. I have a ton of friends who aren't saved whatsoever. They know I'm a christian, I tell them, and my biggest rule is that I will not, shove it down their throats. Unless of course, they ask questions about it. Maybe it's wrong. But, I just see people who don't have God in their lives feel Christians need to get a life. And they would rather have friends like me. And you know, I actually have people ask me a ton of questions about God. I know I'm supposed to help them get to heaven. I find that VERY critically important. But, people won't want it. C'mon, wouldn't you be pissed if a Muslim, Hindu, atheist, etc., came up to you and gave you millions of books, prayed for you, and had all this different hocus pocus stuff on you?
Okay, I'll stop my rambling, on with the story. I gave her the example of this; Okay, let's say there are these parents. They have nothing but love in their hearts for their son. They only teach him the best of things. They only want the best of things for their son. The son grows up, his parents send him off to college. The son moves on. He grows up even more. 25 years later. The son murders somebody. People start pointing their fingers at the parents. Only blaming the parents. Not even looking at the son. They say the parents are the culprit. How dare the parents teach their son to kill that person?...
Okay. Well my Dad NEVER killed someone. I'm definitely not saying that. What I'm saying is the parents are representations of God. (I'm not sure how accurate this whole entire mess is, but it made sense in both our heads) Why should we blame God for my dad's actions? Nobody is perfect; Everyone makes mistakes. Isn't that we are taught through are whole entire lives? Maybe his mistake had messed him up. There is no reason whatsoever to blame God for it.
My Grandma is now a little bit more on my side. But I can still see she is very hesitant. She is a strong Catholic. I know she loves my Dad, she just feels like he wasn't that way before he became a Christian, why is he now...? Sort of thing. And I understand her point. I would be questioning the same thing. So, I have grown up in a extremely radical church. I have my stand points. I don't agree with everything my family and church say. I kinda just came up with something all in my head. And of course, the whole freaking entire world strives to prove themselves, well, right. Every religion thinks they are completely right in every single aspect. It's ridiculous. Okay... Done with religion.

Now I'm going to move on to my absolute crazy, yet embarrassing dream to...*drum roll please*, (you can laugh off your cheeks [yes, your butt cheeks]) I have a desire to be a comedian. I can just imagine it now. And, the sad thing is, I'm not funny at all. (unless you really know me, which can change your whole entire view) But I don't think you understand how my brain works. I am constantly making things up in my head. I joke around myself to make myself cheer up. Its absurd. Completely. So, how I'm learning how to do things is to watch Comedy Central, all the time. I have had it on in my bedroom since I got here. I will just watch the stand up crap ALL the time. I love learning about it. I love making people laugh. I already have my style. I practice in the mirror. Fine. Laugh it off. And whoever is reading don't go on to tell the whole world. But I would just adore it. I have enough freaking aspiration to do it... I really think I could too.
Okay. I'm done for now! Maybe more tomorrow! :)