#themiddlenerd

Last year I said I would try to use my wordpress more often – be it writing short stories, reviews, or just ranting. As you can see, dear reader, that didn’t work out as I had anticipated. Every time I go on a hiatus, I blame life and to be perfectly honest, life does get in the way. The end of 2014 has been very stressful.

I’ve been back in school for about a year and a half and I noticed a…

Like fingerprints, tongue prints are unique. 

Please don’t imprint your tongue on things to see if it’s true. That’s unsanitary. 

Sherlock Holmes never said “Elementary, my dear Watson” in any of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s novels. It was originally said in the 1929 film The Return of Sherlock Holmes.

The myth of cyclops may have been based off of the skull of an extinct elephant. The large nasal cavity in the skull can be seen as a single eye socket. 

Today I saw on facebook that one of my friends said that people who mock people for believing in God are small minded and that they don't see the bigger picture. While I understand her viewpoint, I think it was somewhat small minded for her to think that people who don't believe in God to not see "the bigger picture". After I moved out, I dubbed myself an agnostic christian - meaning, I believed in God, but I couldn't prove whether or not he actually existed. However, the more I thought about it, I realized that I'm more agnostic than anything. I would like to think that there is a higher power - be it God, Vishnu, Ra...for all I know, Zeus could come down and save my ass. 

But back to my ramble. I think just saying "no you're wrong, or your belief in a higher power is wrong" is in and of itself, small minded. The fact of the matter is, we don't know. I admire the fact some people believe in something, but at the same time, I find it completely close minded for them to judge my lack of belief. The only way you will know for sure, is when you die - you either go to heaven or you cease to exist. 

I think what pushed me further away from organized religion is the way I was raised. I grew up in a Catholic household and I was raised to believe that if I didn't do good things and I didn't follow the Bible, I would go to hell. I don't know about you, but I think threatening a child with eternal damnation is somewhat cruel. It got to the point where I began to question whether or not my actions were caused by an irrational fear of being tortured in hell, At some point, I decided that I would rather be a good and moral person because that's who I wanted to be and because I wanted to make people happy. I was no longer driven by fear, but the desire - not for eternal life - but to be the best person I could be with the only life I knew I had. 

b: this week i'm going to clean out the apartment. anything we don't use/need is getting tossed or donated.

m: how much of that is my stuff?

b: a good chunk. we've got clothes and computer stuff...although, i would like a book shelf

m: you already have book shelves! and they're full of books! Why don't you donate them?