29Religion vs Common Sense
Hmmmm Religion almost feels like a taboo topic, or one that you can’t speak bad about, everyone except me of course. I just don’t get along with Religion, I don’t consider myself to be the anti-christ I prefer the term Anti-Man, since that’s what religion represents to me, a bunch of man made likes and dislikes that everyone is suppose to find useful.
How I should dress, how I should walk, what words are appropriate to use in speech, what I should watch. The bible says this the Bible says that, it all seems like a book of misery, does the Bible speak about happiness? I don’t have a bible the last time I owned one I was in high school, it had appeared on my book list for Religious Studies class, I thought I was gonna learn about religion in general, but unfortunately not. I’m so thankful that my mom wasn’t one of those mom’s who forced my sister and I into someone’s ideology of the proper way to live, we were never told to go to Church, we were never told what to wear, we were never told what to do to our bodies, instead we were demanded to go to school, stay away from boys and have aims. We found a religion we could relate to and my mom said fine, Roman Catholic, a religion with just as many dark secrets as I have, and I wasn’t told what to wear, I didn’t have to wear odd shaped hats, or dresses if I didn’t feel like. Religion reminds me a nosy neighbor, in the case of Jehovas witness they remind of a 1860’s car sales man, they know exactly when you’re at home watching reruns of Martin Lawrence, gosh man.
My point is all these stupid rules about all these stupid unnecessary things just get to me, I can’t curse because you’re a christian? I shouldn’t expose my shoulders because it attracts members of the opposite sex, if you ask me God created this earth with lots of sex in mind, he made Adam and Eve naked, no panties to pull down, no complicated bra straps, hmm if I didn’t know any better I would say God’s watch full eyes all the time are little perverted. I’m not being blasphemous, because perverted is a man made word, and besides my God knows I love perverts, “wink wink” I like it when God watches all the time ;).
Anyways getting back on track, I wish you people would keep your Religion to yourself, and stop forcing me to do this and do that, every man must get to know God on his own watch, and if God is who you say he is then only him alone have the authority to judge. So you can have a seat over there and kindly shut the fuck up about my language and my attire.
Xoxox Lauren Alexander, God loves a sinner.
