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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
That true story there is complete crap. I don't imagine that Steve or his fictitious sheltered life are at all realistic. Honestly, that's one of those fool stories you've tried in the past about some kid in highschool having a coming of age experience. You should leave such stories to the professionals. Steve, I think, can be safely put to rest. Kevin, you should fix your attention on the classics first, and then look back at Steve thought he had the entire thing in hand. He would walk into school acting apathetic. Life was good. School was bad. Life was fun. School and the kids around him were inferior. One day Steve decided to go and attend a local church. It was his Dad's idea that he pay lipservice to atheism each week, on Sundays in particular. He could do it in any way he pleased as long as he did it. It was part of his training to be a cool peson. This church was something of an oddity. You see, it was held in a local theatre, wherein the churchgoers somehow felt themselves deviants from the rest of society. I think there's this stream in Christianity that says that you can redeem something by participating in it. That's why there's Christian porn and Christian child molestation and Christian misogyny. But I digress. Steve entered the church building (or the theatre, rather) feeling quite smug and out of place. He looked around him, at the youthful attendees and his foolish and unrealistic life through a more educated and refined lens. Steve's coming of age won't come about with you rambling on about things you don't know anything about. Obviously Steve is an innocent young man being drawn into the witty and ultimately stupid cynicism of his father. Dad sees the world around him as a culture of lip service. No one takes anything seriously, and so Dad wants to train Steve to act like he's not taking anything seriously while taking seriously the act of pretending to take what he believes seriously. I want you to know that you can better deal with changes in life, especially in Steve's life by standing around him listening intently to the music played at the front. It was a live band of youths playing guitars and drums. The songs were happy and Steve could feel welling up inside of himself a sense that he was talking to someone as he sang about the love of Jesus. I believe you are here now but do I believe Standing in our midst? where? Here with the power to heal now there's nothing wrong with me And the grace to forgive Of course, Steve believed in Jesus. But he had to pretend not to take him seriously so that he could fit in by pretending to pay lipservice to Jesus and to atheism. No, wait, was it that he had to pretend to pay lipservice to atheism while not believing in Jesus, or was it that he had to pretend to pay lipservice to Jesus while being an atheist? The music stopped and slowly everyone sat down after shaking hands with one another. The theatre was dark and Steve knew that now was the time to pay his offering of respect to the no-God. "You know," Steve said quite loudly as he stood, "There is no God and Jesus never died on the cross." "Huh?" "What?" The people around him snickered. "Yeah, it says so in a new book. He didn't die. Or wait, he did die, but he's still on the cross meticulously keeping notes in your diary. You can use those as your Steve text. Don't you know that once you've distanced yourself in time from something you've written the person that wrote it is no longer you? Indeed, you have told me this many times. I am just repeating your words. I think that it is a good idea in this context, as you are trying to tell a satirical story about something you think is happening. If you ask me, I think that life is really not as difficult as you have made it sound here. Rather, I think you are just trying to come to grips with your faith in a modern secular society outside of the confines of a religious order. In any case, I think that Steve, his father, and you are rotting there with no one to take him down." "Nice try." A young woman approached Steve. "If that's the case then why are there no records of a body?" "Well there just aren't." He didn't know how to respond and in the end he had to go home pretending to be embarrassed while at the same time paying pride its due respect. |
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CrAzI_bAbI_cHiKa Member
since 2003-07-16
Posts 248 |
That's wicked cool. haaha.. I thought of doing something somewhat similar, but TOTALLY different...know what I mean? haaha, probably not. Argh. I don't know. I promise to comment more throughly on this at another time Kevin, I just wanted to put out the oh-so-constructive, and oh-so-helpful "That's wicked(yes, I live in Boston, so don't yell at me for being a poser Bostonian who says 'wicked' when I have no right to say 'wicked' because I'm not a real Bostonian, because I am a real Bostonian(and not one of those suburb weird-o's who use Boston phrases but really live in Western Mass. and are closer to Penn. than Boston) and I have every right to use Boston phrases, the INFAMOUS Boston accent(which I did a report on, once, by the way) and, of course, to say 'wicked') cool" haaha, That's kinda what I wanted to do, except bold/unbold those, instead of ( ) them... Please excuse me for defacing your pretty thread. I'm sort of exhausted, and sort of acting my age, which sucks. Anywho, I'll respond to this more throughly later, I PROMISE, and I won't be weird about it next time..I PROMISE! <3kerR When I'm good, I'm very good. But when I'm bad I'm better. |
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CrAzI_bAbI_cHiKa Member
since 2003-07-16
Posts 248 |
P.S...that was my 200th comment...in nearly 3 years of being here. SUCKS doesn't it? haaha..I hope you feel Honored to be my 200th comment. p.p.s. it was Wicked cool. When I'm good, I'm very good. But when I'm bad I'm better. |
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