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Thou Art G-D.

on December 27, 2012

Twenty points if you know the reference.

I’m feeling beat down and exhausted. Not necessarily in a bad way, just in that, “I could really use a week long vacation” sort of way. Some place warm. With sun. And umbrellas because I’m fucking pasty as hell and burst into flames in direct sunlight. True story.

Anyway, the hubs and I are at something of an impasse. For the past two years,we’ve had these friends who have been sliding down what I consider to be the very slippery slope of religion.

This won’t be a long post because, again, I’m completely done in, but suffice it to say that while I consider myself a relatively “religious” person (I… you know…. no, ok, maybe not), I don’t trust other “religious” people.That’s a terrible thing to say… but I’m ok with it.

These friends have begun putting more and more pressure on us to join them, and their merry cult of faithful. I have zero interest. I don’t mind Friday night dinners, and I don’t mind celebrating holidays, but when you start telling me that G-D has a vested interest in whether or not I wear a skirt, you’ve lost me.

Until now, however, the hubs and I have had a detente of sorts, where I just don’t attend the more religious services, and he goes, but just hangs out with our friends.

Enter: The Peanut.

However, now with our son, I’d like to go to services as a family. That presents a problem, because as our friends continue their descent into the abyss of graceless obedience, I’m left standing on the edge, and feeling like a party pooper.

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*SHUT UP, HOUSE! JUST BECAUSE IT’S TRUE, DOESN’T MEAN IT’S NICE TO SAY OUT LOUD!*

Why can’t I be ok with going to a “Women’s Section” of the synagogue, while my husband hangs out with the men? Why can’t I just wear skirts, cover my hair, keep a kosher home, and obsess over not using electrical appliances after sundown on Friday night? I think, in so many ways, my life would be easier if I could stop fighting against the river of Faithful that surrounds me, and float along, buoyed by apathy and compliance.

But then, that isn’t me. I don’t like being sidelined. And as much as my husband thinks he likes these people, let any one of them have a gay child, and we can all sit back and watch just how “welcoming” the community is then. Or a transgendered child. Or even just a kid who’s different.

And I LIKE being different. I like wearing pants, and I like cursing, and I’m going to tell my son that masturbation and sex are ok, and hanging out with non-Jews is not only perfectly ok, but he SHOULD. Because the world isn’t made up entirely of our community, and there’s a richness to different perspectives.

And it’s sad to me that some people neglect to throw themselves into the world and experience it from as many angles as possible, choosing instead to withdraw into a community of exclusively like-minded folk.

At the end of the day, and in all honesty, I believe each person really has a responsibility to themselves to learn, and do, and see as much as possible. You can’t grow every aspect of yourself if you shut down everything that doesn’t fit in with a group. And how sad is that? To not live up to your potential as a human being. To not do everything you can, when the possibility is there?

Wow. I’m pretty fucking tired.

Forget I said all that.

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4 responses to “Thou Art G-D.

  1. Adam S says:

    I’m tired too…just thought I’d throw that in there.

    This is the reason why I can’t get into religion. I know. I’m going to hell. But, the reality is exactly what you talk about. There’s too much noise all the time, and too many contradictions among the people that practice. Everyone’s always telling you what’s right or wrong, but nobody’s ever agreeing on any of it. I threw my hands up a long time ago. Fuck it.

    I like it better now.

  2. blowingoffsteamandmore says:

    I don’t know why I just read this now, but I have another gem of a statement to share with you, courtesy of another “friend” who has long since jumped off the religious cliff and straight into cult territory. Said she, “I mean, IF there were dinosaurs, I think we definitely rode on them and used them to do stuff for us.” Um… ok… you lost me at “IF…”. What could I possibly say in response that could top that?

    • H. Stern says:

      Did you inform her that this isn’t the movie “Ice Age”? My husband and I are torn on whether or not people like that should be put on a ship and sent to Mars. He thinks “yes,” and I think that I really would like Mars very much, so we should shoot them FURTHER into space, and their DNA should be culled from the collective pool.

      • blowingoffsteamandmore says:

        I just blinked at her several times and decided to swing the conversation to more serious things like Jessica Simpson’s weight loss .

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