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Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
I’ve compiled a list of “I’ll never”s.
I’ll never find God. I’ll never believe in God. I’ve been certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that there is no God ever since I was about 6 years old.
I’ll never cheat. Physical, emotional, or any other way. Cheating ruins lives, self-image, trust, hope, etc. Don’t cheat.
I’ll never hate another person for being a certain way. I love gay people. I think racism is the most ridiculous, stupid, thoughtless, ignorant thing in the world. What difference does color make? It doesn’t. Even though I don’t believe in God, I am in no way against other beliefs, and will fully respect what people choose to believe in.
I’ll never be hateful. I believe that people who choose to hate are just insecure. Spiteful because of their own shortcomings. I think all body types are beautiful, all skin tones, and all hair colors. There is no perfection in this world, no one should strive for something that’s unachievable. If people were more comfortable within themselves, and fully accepting of their bodies/minds then I truly believe the world would be a happier place. Hate is for the weak, the feeble-minded. You can’t stoop to that level and be a good person. Hating people, and fighting over “God” and other people not believing your God is the almighty, all-knowing, all perfect being, and their God is better, etc etc, that doesn’t make any sense. It’s just a belief system, why hate someone else for what they believe? I don’t get it.
I’ll never change for anyone. If I believe that I’m a good person, I’m honest, and I’m mostly like-able, if I don’t lie, cheat, or steal, if I’m not going out of my way to put someone down, or make someone feel stupid/inadequate, if I’m generally nice, and I listen, and try to help as much as I can, then I feel I’ve done some things right. As a person, I feel I’m doing a pretty good job. Socially, things could be better, but that’s other people and how they perceive me, based on two-second judgments. Looks don’t make the person. Funny colored hair and piercings don’t make you a moron. They don’t make you dumb, and they don’t make you any less of a human. I like to think I’m pretty smart, and I can hold a polite conversation with just about anyone. Just look past the oddities.
Lastly, to my fellow humans, just knock off the bullshit. Don’t be greedy, don’t hate, don’t lie, or cheat, or murder, or patronize, or condescend.
A concerned human.
To a “man”,
Hello. It’s been years since we last spoke, and we’ll never speak again. You never gave me the time of day, and I refuse to waste my feelings on you. I’ll never understand you, or how you made the decision not to care. Your ignorance and immaturity were painfully obvious when I was first old enough to remember things. Now, years later, I’m smart enough to know that some people never change. You’ve made decisions that I could never hope to understand. You’ve said so many painful things, and written so much off, and let so much fall to the wayside. You don’t care. Even if you did, you were never man enough to act on it. You never tried. You just gave up. Well, I don’t need you. You will never see what my life is. You’ll never understand my choices, and why I am the way I am. I have what I need in my life, and you’re not a part of it. You feel like you have the right to mention “her” name. She’s the reason I have such a wonderful life. She rescued us from the hell we were in. You drained her, you used her. You never deserved her. You don’t deserve any of this. You’ve been a mind-plague for several years. Do I, do I not? What to do… Well I’ve decided. I’m done. You never tried to know me, and I thank you for that. That makes it easier for me to drop you from my life. My father comes in the form of a man who actually cares about me. He’s given me guidance, and counsel, and unconditional love. Your “love” was always conditional, and you always made sure I knew I wasn’t your favorite. Well, you were never my favorite. I feel sorry for you, what you could have been, what you threw away. I’ve learned that you can’t help everyone, and it’s pointless to try in some cases. You can only help those that want to be helped, and you can’t waste your time and heart on people who don’t give a damn. So when I have children, and you don’t meet them, and when I get married and the man I know as my dad walks me down the aisle, when you don’t meet the man I’ve fallen in love with, you can blame yourself.