LIVE AND LET LIVE!

I had to add this in my blog. I just found it classic...
My father is the only man who would go up to one of those religious converters in the streets (the ones who have a HUGE space around them even in the most crowded areas and a megaphone) and make the comment 'didn't you know Jesus was a Muslim?'

I also saw someone go up to a guy in particular and say 'have you ever seen him?' but that's just a bit daft.

My views on this? Follow a religion, believe in God by all means, but for everyone's sake, don't try to convert those who don't want to be. It really bugs me when people feel they need to 'save' others. Why do they feel the have right to convert others thoughts, beliefs, opinions anyway? Live and let live.

I've had many friends who have had a religion or believe in God. They don't try and convert me (as an aethiest) and I don't try and make them see my views. I'm perfectly happy that way because I love the people they are with or without a religion.
People say it's a pain in the ass when they have a converter talk to them for half an hour on the evils in the world and how they have time to save themselves before etc etc. I personally find it offensive that two tourists on the plane with a girl I knew spent the ENTIRE trip (it was a trip to America from Britain) telling her why she shouldn't believe in God. They would have hated it if she'd tried to convert them, so why do they have a right to try and convert HER?

This has turned slightly longer than I thought so I'll sign off by saying.......
......LIVE AND LET LIVE!

Thank God....?

On a small continuation from my last post...

I was sitting at my desk today, and thinking about how positively things have turned out and I began thinking to myself along the lines of 'thank god things are working out'...then I realised how weird it was that such a statement would come into my mind when I am in fact an Atheist. I'm a bit of a hippy, believing in the spirits of nature, water, land etc. but I've never really got the hang of the whole idea that there's a big dude somewhere up there with a shimmering white beard and knowledge of all...I just couldn't get to grips with the whole idea that people would worship someone (of course a man) who created everything and follow the bible, something created by humanity (in which curiously, the only woman with a good soul being Mary) so I thought I'd go about letting others believe whilst I went my hippy way. So I thought, why am I thanking God for all the positive stuff that's happened lately. Then I found myself wishing there was something out there I could thank for all my good fortune...

Then it struck me. Sod it...I'll thank myself. The only reason things good happen in my life is because I make them happen.
I'm really happy because I've got a great larp outfit and I'm going to Larp events...the only reason that is, is because I earned cash (from a job which I pushed myself to get. that wasn't luck. I spent years learning the skills and contacted tons of people until I was notified), I spent 2 hours looking for an outfit then I found one. I'm going to the larp events because I booked it ( after Tom got the forms off the web) and sorted the check as opposed to sitting down and saying 'I'll do it later) I'm also happy because we're going away for a weekend, but the only reason that's happening is because I sat down and I searched the internet for places to go.

When people mention the good luck they've had, it's not because some out side force gave it to them...it's probably because they went out and did things to achieve it. It wasn't an out side force that got me into Brunel Uni. It was me doing all the chasing, and calling and pushing that got me in. And no one else wrote my dissertation for me. I spent hours on that thing until I was happy with it and that got me a good grade. No one else did it for me, so why should I thank them? Of course I was given assistance, which I AM grateful for, but I actually wrote the thing.

So the next time I think to myself 'Thank God this has happened...' unless it's something completely out of my control which happened positively, I will remind myself the reason it happened was because I made it happen. I pulled my finger out and did it.

Morrrooooooo

Every so often, when I feel an internal struggle and I'm confused about my true feelings because i'm trying to put on a face to others, and I want to know how I really feel, I look deep within myself and picture my 'inner child'. Sometimes it's just standing there, it's mouth wide open, screaming a long AAARGH!! Other times its sitting melancholy in the corner of my mind, sighing pitifully. On occasion, it just stands there, a faint smile on it's face.
Now it's currently doing a little tap dance, a smile on it's face and it's arms flailing in rhythm, singing, dada du daa dadada du da daaaa and ending the dance with 'jazz hands' and a big cheesy smile on it's face and muttering a breathy 'yeeeaaaahhh!'.

I get the impression, it's possibly suggesting I'm feeling a bit pleased with how things are going so far this year.

Last year had such a turmoil of emotions (break ups, new starts and so forth), half the time I felt many things were going wrong and I was constantly ****ed off and very wound up and unfortunately I entered the 'dear god it's all happening to me!!' stage on several occasions. December came and dear god I could not wait for the year to be over.
As soon as January started, I felt sooo much better. Things suddenly seemed to go my way, I was finally able to take the bull by the horns and sort myself out. It was brilliant. Of course the damper has been getting two colds in the space of two months, but eh...whatcha gona do.

This could either have been pure coicidence; a good year making up for a bit of a crap ending last year, or I managed to work it myself with thoughtful boosts of 'clean year, clean start'.
I still stand by the whole 'there isn't really bad luck, just the idea of it' and if a person catches themselves early on they can prevent themselves having a bad day. I did once. Could have been worse but I prevented it through psychology, watching everything I said and stepping carefully so I wouldn't make a fool out of myself and feel terrible the rest of the day (worked a charm!)

I think I'm also feeling this chirpy as it's the first time I've slept properly in so damned long. Sure I woke at 4 this morning as usual, but at least I'm not watching the clock avidly now waiting for 5 to come as usual.

I've figured to key to me being happy is sleep well, exercise and giving myself things to look forward to. Helps get through the monotony of 9-5 every...sodding...day.

Well...it's all good :)

Note: random title due to could be arsed to think of something better and pretty much sums up my attitude today