I’m having a lovely day, minding my own business, going about my own life — not bothering anybody, just doing my thing as I stumble across a group of people who’ve decided what I can and can’t eat.
Oh Lord, does this mean I’ll have to actually cook today?
Ahh, I guess I’ll settle for microwave noodles instead.
Phew, glad I dodged that crowd.
You know it’s not your day when people are chanting and making hand signs.
I’m having a lovely time at a get together, everything seems to going fine, I’m just sitting quietly in a corner, minding my own business, jamming to the tunes.
Hmm…I wonder if someone can mess up this evening.
In walks a group that has decided whether God exists or not.
“How do you explain all the atrocities in the world, if you believe in God?”
“What? I can’t hear you. Music is too loud.”, it wasn’t — I lied.
“Seriously, Bla Bla Bla…”, facts about why my beliefs are wrong, according to this fella.
At this point all I can see is people shouting at one another, but really I’m just too tired to be paying attention.
“Hey remember, that episode of South Park where they decide they don’t believe in God. But people are still arguing about something?”, I try to diffuse the situation.
“Dude…you’re everything that’s wrong with the world. Seriously, you should read a book.”, suggests the intellectual.
I do read, on occasion. I’ll admit I’m no hero when it comes to arguments, I’m a simple minded human trying to go about his simple life — in walks a group that’s not happy with how I live my life.
My views are offensive to them.
Hence, they must be changed.
But they’re not bothering anybody?
Well, apparently people who share the same beliefs as I do, do a lot of bad things in the name of their beliefs.
I don’t, though?
Should I feel guilty?
It hurts just the same, whether it be a mass-school shooting or a religious extremist; I despise violence and bleed over loss of life, just the same.
Making sense of tragedy — and so it goes..
From the turmoil of 2009; when in Pakistan a revolutionary war was being fought against the Militant group ‘Taliban’ in…
Society has decided though, that I should feel guilty every time something happens since — I may share the same Place of Origin as the individual or group, Same Religion, Same Race.
Different culture, though.
Different social class.
Different life experiences.
But all that isn’t taken into account, because the masses have decided if I share the same Religion as someone else, or the same Skin colour as someone else; then I must be no different from them.
How do I argue with that?
When their mind has already been made, and I just hope to live my life peacefully without bothering anybody else, without shaming someone else for the beliefs that they might hold; who am I to judge?
At the very least, my personal beliefs help me get through the day.
I don’t support suppressing the way of life of someone else, as long as it doesn’t bother anybody or isn’t harmful — as long as it doesn’t suppress mine.
I guess, it’s a little too much to expect in return.
I don’t express my views by shouting or debating, neither do I overtly impose them on others.
I’m not out to convert people or change their minds.
I’m just a human being who likes to go on about minding his own business.
That’s a little too much to ask for in this day and age.
Am I Pro-Life or Pro-Choice?
It’s not my body, hence the decision isn’t up to me.
Do I support Free-Speech?
I do, 100%.
Do I support Capital Punishment?
I do not.
Do I believe in God?
Yes, I do.
Which God do I believe in?
The Muslim one? I’m sure it’s the same God, People of Christian and Jewish faith believe in too.
Well, can I prove God exists?
I can’t. But do I really need to?
My faith in God offends you.
Do I care?
Do I support violence in the name of Religion?
I don’t, and never have supported violence of any kind.
Do I support Gay-Marriage?
But isn’t that against your religion?
Maybe, but Gay-marriage doesn’t bother me in any way — so I’ll let God judge me for it.
Am I secure in my beliefs?
Is it a lack of insecurity that you feel the need to express and impose your beliefs every chance you get, I ask?
“Here I’ll send you a few videos of why you’re wrong”, says another bright individual.
“Jordan Peterson DESTROYS feminist”
“What the fuck does Jordan Peterson ‘DESTROYS’ feminist have to do with me?”
“Well it’s fucking Jordan Peterson and he destroys people”
“Good for him, do I give a fuck what he thinks?”
“YOU SHOULD! He’s smart and intellectual.”
“Yeah but so are many other individuals. Doesn’t mean I have to listen to every person that claims to be good at destroying people.”
Why is it so difficult to comprehend that I don’t need to be a part of your cult, I don’t need to share the same beliefs as you do to just have a good time?
To simply get along.
I guess I don’t quite fit in when I say I don’t take any pleasure in making others feel insecure, that I don’t take pleasure in womanising, that I don’t take pleasure in belittling people, that I support women’s rights just as I do of any others human being who I believe deserves for their voice to be heard.
Does it really make me so despicable, that I choose to live my life in a way that brings me joy?
My choice to be Celibate is a decision that shouldn’t bother others; yet it does.
The term “You ought to get married”, brings more joy to others than it does to me.
What’s so difficult about comprehending the simple notion — that I, simply — choose to live my life in a way that brings me happiness and doesn’t harm others.
I don’t drink, do I care if others do?
Do I care if someone is intoxicated and is acting inappropriately?
Yes, because it’s harming someone else.
I smoke cigarettes, they harm me but they also harm people in my surrounding.
To cope with this, I choose to step into a “Designated Smoking Area” — you know, the one with the big sign that implies, “PEOPLE SMOKE CIGARETTES HERE!”.
I know it’s a filthy habit.
Maybe, I’ll just cope with the urge to smoke a cigarette until I’m within the confines of my home.
Complaining about my beliefs, is just about as useful as complaining about my taste in music or my love of boxing.
It brings me peace, helps me get through life — does it matter if it doesn’t fit in with your perception of life; can’t we just get along and set our differences aside for a while? — maybe I’ll learn to enjoy to your taste in music, and I’ll teach you a few self defence moves.
So, for now — I’ll just carry on living my life.
Hoping not to offend someone else.
Hoping not to bring harm to anyone else.
Hoping not to belittle someone else, no matter how ridiculous their beliefs might b; if they don’t harm me or anybody else — I’ve got no problems, we can be friends.
Now let’s talk about how the Earth is flat…