goodness, life

Moral compass

I’m really glad I started this blog.  From a young age, I had a strong sense of preserving the history of my family, of which I am, of course, a part.  My children or nieces or nephews will (perhaps) find this record of the minutiae of my life and, I hope, feel the love I feel for them already in the bright-eyed anticipation I feel for my own future.

It strikes me, though, that if my offspring are eventually going to read all this, I should probably start posting about stuff that actually matters to give them a better idea of who I am, or at least what I believe.  So harken, young semi-replicas of my future-self!  Your ancestor’s compass points true north!

I also ate a light bulb once, but that's a story for another time

I stand up for myself
-My first day of pre-school, an older girl demanded a toy I was playing with.  I told her simply, “No,” and continued to play.  She cried, and never bothered me again.  Our teachers found it so funny, they told my folks about it.
-When I was ten years old, a girl got in my face and yelled at me for not inviting her to play with me and my friends.  I shoved her away, and told her not to yell at me.  Dad saw the whole thing and pulled me aside as if to punish me, but instead said, “Good job.  If someone’s in your face, you get them away from you.”

I stand up for others
-The day Proposition 8 was passed, I joined a mass of people in West Hollywood to protest.  We halted traffic and marched eastward on Santa Monica Boulevard until stopped by some cops.  They told us to get out of the intersection, and while some of us did, I stayed, chanted, took photos, and almost got arrested.
-A few years ago at In n Out, a man complained loudly and rudely to the staff that he wasn’t being served quickly enough compared to the drive-through.  When a worker apologized, he kept ranting.  I told the man that the workers were doing their best, the restaurant was very busy, and that he could just use the drive through next time.  He quieted down.
-A mother recently chastised her son sharply for not bringing his belt to karate class.  I reminded her that he was only four years old, and that it was her responsibility to bring his uniform.  I asked him if he could help his mom remember, then told her that her son was not in trouble.  She did not appreciate being contradicted in front of her son, but at four years old, he was incapable of standing up for himself.

I am kind
-Whenever I see a car stalled on the road, I look at the clock and think, “Do I have time to help this person?”  Most of the time, I stop regardless of the answer.
-I have to fight the compulsion to buy random little gifts for my friends constantly.

I am loving
-I spend a little while saying goodbye to Boyfriend every morning with kisses and snuggles.
-I give some of the best hugs ever.
-I have had to train myself to act more selfishly.  Boyfriend has helped with that enormously.

I don’t always succeed in personifying these mushy adjectives and beliefs, but I try.  It’s hard to think straight in the heat of the moment.  It takes constant practice to press pause and think, “What do I really want to do here?  What is my true goal?”  I’m a work in progress.

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badness, life

Evolution, please come back

Scully, the religious scientist, disapproves of your lack of brainpower/faith

Atheists are the least trusted group in America, seemingly because of our lack of any moral compass.  This hurts my feelings (and my brain’s feelings) because it implies that no one can come up with their own sense of right and wrong; morals must come from a third party because observation and critical, independent thinking aren’t enough to create one’s own moral structure.

I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that what bothers people most about Atheists isn’t that they think we have no morals, it’s that we don’t have a unified set of morals.  Each Atheist must create her own idea of what it means to be a “good person.”  Free thought is encouraged, even demanded, and as a result, we inherently have no guidebook for what it means to be an Atheist.

Picard and Riker, a powerhouse atheist facepalming duo!

If there are no rules, it must be chaos!  Atheists must therefore be anarchists!  But no, of course we’re not.  We love logic and science, and welcome theory change through careful study and blahblahblah.  We don’t need answers to the big questions (which we can’t possibly know for sure).

As a result, however, there’s this bizarre attitude of, “I don’t know (or need to know) everything, and that makes me better than you.”  It’s a conundrum: I’m not so special that the supposed creator of the universe listens to my every thought, and therefore I’m super special.  I have no ego, therefore I’m the best; deal with it.  LOL

I’m guilty of this for sure, and I’m fully aware of the absurdity of it, so… I am an anarchist!  Crap!

it's MASH or something! and they are so, so disappointed.

No no, there’s an explanation, and here it is: I love what my brain is capable of discovering on its own, and I pity people who don’t feel the same about their own incredible thinking power.  The thought process is, “Look how awesome my brain is!  Hey guys, you have brains too!  Wait, what?  You don’t want to use them? *sigh* Guys…WTF.”  It’s not that I feel superior, I just don’t see why logic fails to pervade religious thought when it’s applied so readily in every other aspect of our lives.  Why does anyone swear on a bible in a courtroom when the rest of the proceedings are based on secular law?

I’m not mad, I’m just… disappointed.

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