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Twitter Rant

Posted in about the blog, Culture, Me, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on 04/01/2012 by arabrhizome

So I had a bit of a twitter rant today, i thought I’d tell you all about it. I don’t remember what prompted it but it was about anti-theism. Now as you might already know, I am an atheist. I had my anti-theist phase when I hated all religions and wanted to destroy them. It’s an understandable impulse. You feel like you have some knowledge that people don’t have and you want them to see the truth. It comes from a good place I guess, or at least it for me. The impulse wasn’t against religious people but against the institutions of religion which have caused so much pain and suffering in the world.

However, it’s very easy to fall into a very totalitarian view of the world. It’s very easy to elevate yourself onto a pedestal of self-satisfaction and smugness and actually be hurtful to people who didn’t do anything to hurt anyone. I thankfully got over that phase some time ago. I don’t really care what anyone believes as long as they leave me alone and don’t try to force their beliefs onto me. Even then if someone is nice about it, in that patronising way that some religious people have, then I’ll just simply decline the offer. But if they’re rude then I’ll be rude right back.

The point that I made in my twitter rant though was that my problem with anti-theism is that it sometimes felt very cultish. The figureheads of the movement were often raised to the level of idols. So that Hitchen’s sexism, islamophobia, warmongering, and general arseholiness was excused and even defended by anti-theists. The same goes for Dawkins, who’s response to Rebecca Watson of Skepchick, about her experience feeling threatened when propositioned at four in the morning in an elevator, exposed his sexism and also his islamophobia, as his response was filled with misinformation about muslim women.

You see anti-theists present themselves as champions of rationalism and critical thinking and use those tools to dismantle religious myths. However, they’re very often not ready to turn those tools onto themselves and look rationally and critically at their own attitudes and actions. The anti-theist movement is composed mainly of rich or at least not poor white men, that’s not to say that it is composed exclusively of that group. Which means that for many of them, their lives were filled with privilege, be it male privilege or white privilege or both. That position of privilege means that they, for the most part, do not understand the perspectives of women or minorities.

Richard Dawkins’ response to Rebecca Watson was a clear illustration of that. He wrote a mock letter to a fictional muslim woman, Here it is:

“Dear Muslima

Stop whining, will you. Yes, yes, I know you had your genitals mutilated with a razor blade, and . . . yawn . . . don’t tell me yet again, I know you aren’t allowed to drive a car, and you can’t leave the house without a male relative, and your husband is allowed to beat you, and you’ll be stoned to death if you commit adultery. But stop whining, will you. Think of the suffering your poor American sisters have to put up with.

Only this week I heard of one, she calls herself Skep”chick”, and do you know what happened to her? A man in a hotel elevator invited her back to his room for coffee. I am not exaggerating. He really did. He invited her back to his room for coffee. Of course she said no, and of course he didn’t lay a finger on her, but even so . . .

And you, Muslima, think you have misogyny to complain about! For goodness sake grow up, or at least grow a thicker skin.

Richard”

I hope you all see how terrible that is. Not only is it wrong to attribute all of these terrible practices to islam, as FGM for example is not a muslim practice, rather than to specific regimes that use islam in order to crush women, like Saudi, but also it is making that fallacious argument that because things are worse somewhere else we shouldn’t deal with problems closer to home. Let’s not finally forget the most important point which is that the woman is being blamed for saying that she felt threatened by someone propositioning her in an elevator in the middle of the night.

Anyway, I don’t want to go through the whole controversy, but Richard Dawkins then went on to say that the annoyance she felt was comparable to someone chewing gum in the elevator with him. That’s right, Dawkins thinks that the threat of physical/sexual assault felt by a woman (as most women she probably had to deal with some form of harassment at some point in her life being physical or verbal) to the annoyance of someone chewing gum next to him.  The clarity of the privileged place from which he speaks couldn’t be made clearer. Of course most of the anti-theist crowd stood by him and decided to send Rebecca Watson threats of physical and sexual violence. As most, if not all, women who write on the internet would tell you that’s not an exception.

The other example is of course Hitchens and his sexism and islamophobia. He became in the last part of his life a horrible human being. He championed the wars on iraq and afghanistan which led to over a million and a half deaths, taken together. He saw islam as the enemy of the west and was generally an arsehole. He was good at sticking it to religious people though, and this meant that the anti-theist crowds loved him. All of his disgusting behaviour was excused because he made a religious person look like a fool.

These attitudes just don’t fit within my understanding of critical thinking. I cannot and will not be associated with people who think that women aren’t funny and shouldn’t complain about feeling threatened, or that islam is a uniquely evil religion (I don’t like all religions equally and islam is just as bad and just as good as every other religion), or who promote the illegal invasion and subsequent plundering of resources and murder and maiming of countries. These people are arseholes and should be called out as arseholes. There is no justification for that.

More importantly this type of attitude just doesn’t fit within my political project. I’m looking to fight privilege and dismantle the structures of racial, gender, sexuality, and economic privileges and help construct fairer ones. That’s my main project. I find that being an atheist is the logical position for me within this struggle but I accept that it might not be for others. More importantly, I will never idolise someone to the point where I would not call them out for being a complete arse. Anyway, sorry about the ranty post, and I’m sure not very coherent, but I needed to get it off my chest. Stay safe everyone. Live long and prosper.

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Nothing of Note

Posted in about the blog, Me, Silly Thoughts, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on 21/05/2011 by arabrhizome

I wanted to write a long satyrical post about religion and the nuttery of the people who are waiting for the rapture today because one of their chief nutters said it was today. I wanted to intelligently yet humorously dissect the very concept of the rapture and what it said about us as a species as a whole and what it said about the people who wish the end of the world so hard. I wanted to show the hypocrisy of those who pretend to love their neighbours, but would be happy to leave them to burn in hell. I wanted to talk about the Muslim version of the rapture, which is almost the same as the christian one.

In my mind, my post was going to be so funny and so intelligent that it would be quoted all over the world and that everyone who read it would be charmed and convinced by it. I thought my post would expose organised religions for what they are and lead us all into a new age of peace, prosperity, and reason. I thought that I would be held as a hero, nay a prophet of rationalism. People would flock from every corner of the world to hear me speak and explain to them why it is better to use rationality than blind faith. I thought I would bring peace to the world. Everyone would just stop fighting and I would resolve all the problems of the world.

I thought that thanks to this post I’ll be able to spread a message of love and understanding. Obviously, some people would resist and call me names. They’d probably try to stop me from talking. Maybe they’ll go as far as try to kill me. But because of my immense following I’d just crush them. I’d use them as an example to show the world how to deal with irrational people. Because there’s just no reasoning with some people, to be honest. I would explain that those who continue to think differently from how I think about political, scientific, and philosophical matters would be hunted as apostates and brought to justice, my justice.

My word would become law and I will rule the world as the beloved and benevolent philosopher king of the world (but without shouting it in a shrill voice on a boat). My followers will write of my exploits and my rise from very ordinary origins to becoming the philosopher king of the world. After I die, people will fight about the exact interpretation of my words. Things will start to get muddy after a few decades and splits in the unified world I achieved would start to appear. A few centuries in, wars in my name will be fought and some people will be exterminated, real estate claims will be made in my name, and it’ll all go to shit.

So I decided not to write that post. I thought it would be better if I didn’t do that to the world. I think this, along with the fact that I started writing this post thinking it was going to be a short one and I was going to apologise for the fact that I wasn’t going to write a proper post, shows how good I am as a human being. I am however a little worried that this post, which turned out to not suck, might have a bit of a similar effect on a smaller scale. But I guess I can deal with a cult following. That’s not too bad. I will now go and await the inevitable deluge of comments and emails from people inspired by me. Now, what would suck is if the rapture happened and my dreams of becoming the leader of the band of weird stalkers and internet nerds who read this blog never get to fruition. I would never forgive Jesus for that.

The Body

Posted in Culture, Palestine, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on 13/05/2011 by arabrhizome

I watched the film “The Body” last night, some of you who follow me on twitter might have caught my tweets about it. I thought I would review it more thoroughly here, rather than in chunks of 140 characters. I also have had a whole day, much of which was spent sleeping, digesting it and honing my thoughts about it. The reason I didn’t write a post straight away is because I am a little conflicted about it. You see I think that it works very well in certain aspects but really fails in others. So without further ado here are my thoughts about it.

So let us start with the central concept. A Palestinian shopkeeper wants to have some work done in his back yard. However, a tomb is uncovered and an israeli archeologist is called in to figure out what it is about. She seems to be a secular left wing type, although that’s a bit confused and unclear. Anyway, she makes an incredible discovery as a body is discovered in this rich man’s tomb that is crucified. What makes this discovery so remarkable is that some markers in the tomb date the body to 32 AD and while crucifixion was common around that time, it wasn’t usually a punishment handed down to rich men. There is only one person that has been talked about who was crucified and buried in a rich man’s tomb around that time and that is Jesus Christ.

Obviously, if this body turned out to be the body of Jesus Christ then that would be disastrous for the biggest world religion. It would mean that Jesus was not divine and was never resurrected. All of this is surrounded by a difficult political situation where it seems that Palestinians are about to ask the UN to recognise East Jerusalem as the capital of their future state but israel isn’t happy about it (I don’t know when this is supposed to take place as I thought that was a given in the UN, which is a first bump for the film). The israeli government’s official who realises what is happening calls the Vatican and informs them, and only them about the situation. They send a priest to investigate it. At the same time a Palestinian fictional terrorist group is snooping around and trying to discover what is happening. Both the israelis and the Palestinians are trying to use this discovery to black mail the Vatican into siding with them in order to get what they want on Jerusalem.

I’m not going to go on about the story more than that in case you decide you want to watch it. As I said I’m a little conflicted about it. Let’s start with the positives. What does it do well? Well first of all the concept and founding premise of the film is very interesting. What if we found the body of Christ? What would that mean for the church and the millions of followers of christianity? How would they react? Would it be the end of a religion that has thrived for over 2000 years? That to me sounds like a great idea for a film. Also, the way in which the film portrays the crisis of faith that is experienced by the different priests is very compelling. The conflict between searching for the truth and wanting to protect the faith/church is very well shown. Being Caught between the idea of the resurrection and all it means for christians and the idea that “the truth will set you free” is a very interesting dynamic.

So that’s what it does well. Now let’s look at the problems of the film, of which there are many. First, on the theological level. Anyone who knows their theology would know that before the establishment of the new testament in its current form there were many different sects of early christians. Some of them didn’t believe that Jesus was in fact the son of god but that he was a prophet. Of those sects some believed that he was crucified and died on the cross, and never resurrected. Others believed that he wasn’t crucified, but that one of his disciples was crucified in his place. That disciple had sacrificed himself to save Jesus. He looked very much like him and so deceived the Romans. This later version of events is the one adopted by islam. It is interesting to note that the theology expert priest never even considers this hypothesis. It never crosses his mind that this is not necessarily a blow to christianity but only to his form of christianity. Or let alone that the muslims might be right.

The second problem is the portrayal of the Palestinians in this film. Basically there are two types of Palestinians: The evil cynical violent terrorist type and the nice naive stupid caught in the middle of something they don’t really care about type. On the other hand israelis are represented as either very rational and compassionate, the archeologist, or violent and extremist although open to rational thought, the orthodox, or cynical and calculating, the government representative. Oh I forgot there is also a Palestinian child who steals from the ruins because he is asked to by the cynical leader of the made up terrorist group. Now, clearly this is very reductive and problematic. Anyone who watches this film without any knowledge about the situation would come out thinking either “oh they’re all as bad as each other but at least the israelis are rational and more like us”, or that “the israelis are rational and nice and the Palestinians are just violent thugs”.

Also the fact that the christian population of Palestine is in its majority arab, or at least Palestinians (I’m thinking of the armenians and other “ethnic” minorities), is completely left out. If someone didn’t know any better they would think that the only christians in Palestine are European. That really pissed me off. But going back to the representation of Palestinians. It is absolutely insane to say that some Palestinians are caught up in things over their heads and that they are not politicised. Every Palestinian in the occupied territories or in israel is highly politicised and has an opinion about the conflict. Every Palestinian cares about the political situation and everyone has an idea of how it should be solved. Some might disagree but no one is uninformed or uninvolved in one way or another.

There are more things to say but that would involve writing more, I don’t feel like it, and spoiling more bits of the film. So in conclusion, do I recommend it or not? That’s hard to answer. On the one hand the good parts of the film are really good, the acting is decent, the characters can be compelling, the main concept is interesting. On the other hand, the bad parts are really bad, the Palestinians are either absent or violent or naive, the Palestinian christians are completely erased, and no Palestinian is shown to be rational and reasonable. It’s really annoying. So I guess I give it a very mixed review. I’d like to know what you think about it actually. If anyone has watched it or wants to watch it after reading this let me know what you think in a comment on this post. In the mean time stay safe, Love you bye.

Christ on a Bike

Posted in Culture, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on 14/01/2011 by arabrhizome

I’ve decided to use today’s post to review Richard Herring’s new show Christ on a Bike: The Second Coming. As you might be aware, if you are an avid reader of this blog, I am a huge fan of his work. I find his approach to comedy to be unique and very intelligent. I also appreciate the considerable amount of free material he produces. He has a daily blog which you can read here, this is where I got the idea for this blog, an internet stand up and sketch show called ‘As It Occurs To Me’ or AIOTM (AIOTM), which you can download from iTunes as a podcast, a weekly podcast with Andrew Collins, which is also available from iTunes, and his website is a treasure trove of comedy related material like scripts that are free to read.

Given the insane amount of free stuff he gives out, I feel duty bound to buy his non-free output. But it’s not only a question of duty, I really like the stuff as well. His shows are very intelligent and very well constructed. The latest DVD release Hitler Moustache for example is a very smart attack on the rise of fascism and a very powerful defence of the democratic ideal, away from the neo-colonial slant the term democracy has taken in the last few years. You can buy most of his DVD back catalogue here. But that’s all about Richard Herring in general, what about his new show then? I hear you ask.

Well his new show is called ‘Christ on a Bike: The Second Coming’. It is a revived and reworked version of a show he wrote and performed in 2001. However, the new show isn’t just a repeat of the first version. He has rewritten the show completely, scrapping a lot and adding a lot.

The show explores Herring’s relationship with Jesus. As a committed atheist Herring seems to be obsessed with Jesus, as his mother points out during a heated discussion with his Christian parents about the ridiculous nature of their beliefs. His mother’s words seem to haunt him and cause him to have a dream that night in which Jesus challenges him to a bike race. The show through this artefact goes on to question the different representations of Jesus, and whether they fit with the historical Jesus.

The new testament is taken apart and many of its inconsistencies are exposed and brought to light. The show also has fun with the nature of the messiah. Herring asks for example how big would Jesus’s cock be? This is playing with the question of the divine/human nature of Jesus. He also asks how many Roman Catholic communions do you have to attend before eating a whole Jesus? The show is filled with interesting and intelligent observations of this sort.

The show isn’t a mean one though. Herring isn’t trying to turn people into atheists. He is simply exploring his own doubts about his lack of belief. If he doesn’t believe in Jesus, why is he obsessed with him? Herring is 43 this year, ten years older than Jesus when he died, and he wonders if he has achieved as much as him in this time. The show works very well and provides an interesting critique of Christianity and religion, that doesn’t spiral into militant atheism. Also it is very very funny. I highly recommend it. Check out his tour dates and buy tickets here.

Leicester Again

Posted in Friends, Me, Palestine, Silly Thoughts, Uncategorized, World Cup with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on 18/11/2010 by arabrhizome

So the day of reckoning came on Wednesday. I am not being melodramatic. I woke up early and got ready to go to the train station. I was hoping that there wouldn’t be any drunk people around the train station this time. I had some time before going, so I had a nice little breakfast. Nothing special, just some tea, cereal, and fruit. I then made my way to the station. It was a little dreary and cold. When I got there I tried to buy a train ticket using my railcard. It usually makes my train fair cheaper. However, not this time. It made my train ticket more expensive. I was annoyed about that. Clearly the machine was mistaken but there was nothing I could do about it as there was nobody at the desk.

Anyway, I sat and waited for the train. There were no drunk people around, which was very nice. However, before I got on the train I checked my twitter account and realised that I am being followed by an account called TalmudReadings. It is based in tel aviv, and is clearly managed by some mental people. I had a look at their timeline and they are a crazy fascist account. I think you might all enjoy some of their more insane tweets. So here we go:

‘Shabbath 116a. Jews must destroy the books of the Christians, i.e. the New Testament.’ Also, ‘Sanhedrin 57a . When a Jew murders a gentile (“Cuthean”),there will be no death penalty. What a Jew steals from a gentile he may keep.’ Another nice one is ‘Soferim 15,Rule 10.This is the saying of Rabbi Simon ben Yohai: Tob shebe goyyim harog(“Even the best of the gentiles should all be killed”).’ And ‘Rabbi Yaacov Perrin- “One million Arabs are not worth a Jewish fingernail.” NY Daily News, Feb. 28, 1994, p.6’. And finally ‘Sanhedrin 58b. If a heathen (gentile) hits a Jew, the gentile must be killed.’

So I noted on twitter that I find it quite strange that a person who believes this kind of murderous fascist account chose to follow me. I then started wondering if they are a joke account of some sort. I thought they might be a satirical account that tries to show the violence in the talmoud in order to highlight the fact that Islam isn’t the only violent religion. But given the people who follow that account I doubt it. It seems they are really just a fascist account.

Anyway, I had a little bit of fun calling them fascists and nazi wannabes. Then the train came and I got distracted. The train journey itself was very pleasant. Once I arrived in Leicester, I made my way to the mac store. It was much earlier then my appointment, but I thought I’d chance it. It turned out to be a good idea, as there was no body being served at the genius bar. I talked to one of the technicians who was very nice. I explained what happened and he had a look at my computer.

It turned out that my Apple Care doesn’t cover accidents. Which meant that I had to pay. I was hoping that it wouldn’t be too expensive. If it was I had decided to buy myself a new computer, rather than fix this one. Thankfully it turned out to be a very reasonable price. I was lucky as only the display screen was cracked and not the whole monitor. This meant that they don’t have to change the whole thing, but simply refit a new screen. They also offered to redo the finish for free, which was very nice.

The whole operation is going to take a week, but thanks to A I have a computer in the mean time. I have to admit though that there was a tiny little bit of me that was disappointed that it could be fixed for not too much money. I secretly hoped that I would buy myself a new toy. But now I know that I will buy a Macbook pro at some point later, rather than just a Macbook. And in the long run that’s better.

I made my way back to the station and wanted to get on my train back. However, the train was cancelled. A man came and offered us a bus replacement service. I decided to wait for the next train, which was going to be there an hour later. I just didn’t fancy being on the road, especially that it was going into two other towns before getting me home. So I bought myself a coffee and sat around in the station waiting.

I have to admit that it was a little boring. But the train arrived eventually and I made my way back home. When I got home I felt a little ill. My right ear was particularly bad. It was painful and blocked. My throat was acting up as well. So I took some lemsip and decided to try and sleep it off. I was planning to go A’s flat later to watch the football but at the time I was almost sure that I wouldn’t.

However, when I woke up I decided to go anyway. I wasn’t feeling a lot better but at least the pain was mainly gone. So I went and watched the football. We had a little bit of a bet going over who would win. It was France against England. I thought that England would win because their line up seemed a lot stronger then the French one. However, it was very  clear that France were playing a lot better than England. The only player that seemed to be playing for England was Andy Caroll, who’s a great player.

Anyway, the betting system allows us to change our bets at halftime. I decided along with someone else, to bet that France would win with a 2-1 lead. It turned out to be the final score and I ended up winning. After a very enjoyable evening, even though it was a little bit dampened by my ear being blocked, I got back home. I came home to find a note that said that my gas was turned off at the meter with a number to call. I decided not to worry about it until morning and just went to sleep. More about the gas thing tomorrow. Don’t you like how I’m ending on a cliff hanger?

Discovering New Foods

Posted in Culture, Food, Me, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on 06/11/2010 by arabrhizome

So today I tried something I have always been disgusted by, black pudding. I had tried the French version of it, boudin noir, a few years ago and hated it. I always thought that it was disgusting. Just the idea of eating a sausage made of blood was very repugnant to me. I think that this is a left over of my long lost Muslim faith. I used to be a good Muslim boy when I was younger and black pudding is basically a double whammy of evil food. It is blood and pork. In islam both of these foods are forbidden. So I think that my repugnance might have been a subconscious left over. I have no problem eating bloody meat, nor do I have a problem eating pork. So my repugnance for black pudding didn’t make any sense.

As I said I had tried the French version and didn’t like it. Although at the time I was a smoker and my taste buds were all over the place. Now that I can appreciate food better I thought I should try it. We were having a brunch with a bunch of friends and there was some black pudding. So I thought that I should face my disgust and try it. And you know what? I really liked it. It’s not like what I remember it to be. Although my friends told me that they hated the French version and still liked the British one. There must be something different in the process because they taste very different.

The thing with this one is that the taste is very subtle. It’s not too overpowering and yet quite distinctive. With a bit of bacon, sausage, baked beans, eggs, mushrooms, and tomatoes, it was absolutely delicious. I am glad I tried it as I have now exorcised the last remnants of superstition I had left in my mind. I think that I am now, fifteen years after I stopped believing in god and religion, over the indoctrination I had suffered at school.

The thing is my parents were never super religious. They never made me do anything I didn’t want to. They both drank and ate pork. But at school we had to take religious education. Also, the whole atmosphere in Algeria in the 1980s was quite oppressively religious. Political islam was slowly making its way there. Things like drinking alcohol and eating pork were seen as almost treasonous. I had to deal with a sort of double life between the home were those things were allowed and the outside where those things were seen as evil and disgusting.

So from around the age of 8, I knew these things from before but was too young to really understand, I was very religious. I used to pray five times a day, fast during ramadan, and not eat pork or do anything ‘unislamic’. But around the age of fifteen I discovered the writers of the enlightenment and those of French existentialism. I also discovered Marx around that time. And that was a revelation. I always had a few problems with organised religion, but couldn’t verbalise them properly. I knew I didn’t like that religion was used as a political and military tool, but didn’t understand that it was as much the fault of religion, as it is of those who use it in what I saw to be an evil and abusive manner.

Religion is to blame for many of the wrongs of this world. It is because of its false distinctions that people can claim that they are better than others. I know I’m saying things that are a bit obvious and in many ways childish, but it is important to remind you that I was fifteen at the time. This whole thing was new to me. I still had to confront what I believed to be absolute truth with my new knowledge. Thanks to that new knowledge I was finally able to understand that religion is historically constructed.

Anyway, my faith was shattered at that time. And I have been recovering since, well I make it sound like it was really hard, but it wasn’t. It just takes time to rid one’s self of all the little irrational superstitions that are carried over. My disgust with black pudding was clearly one such left over superstition. I am now rid of it. I hope there aren’t any left in there that I haven’t yet identified. I mean I don’t think that my tendency to stone adulterous women is such a left over, is it?

Bad Day of Tiredness

Posted in Me, Silly Thoughts, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on 01/11/2010 by arabrhizome

So I had a very bad sleep last night, even by my standards. I couldn’t sleep until an ungodly hour. By the way all hours are all ungodly since there is no god, just thought I’d point that out. Obviously I’m joking, I’m not there is no god or heaven or hell, when you die you die grow up. I’m of course only doing this for comic effect. No I’m not. Anyway, as you can tell I am in a bit of a mood today. The main reason was, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by an inaccurate turn of phrase, that I slept very late and for very little time. Also, the little bit of sleep I got was so unsatisfactory and unsettled that I woke up feeling very tired and cranky.

I went to uni in time to have lunch there and then felt so tired that I had to come back home to rest. I wasn’t going to be able to do any work at uni. I was so tired that I considered calling a cab to pick me up, but then I realised how completely ridiculous that would have been and so walked home. It took me a very long time to get home. I stayed home and rested. I slept a little bit in the afternoon and then went to sleep again rather early at 19:30, hoping to sleep until the morning. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case and here I am typing this now. The thing is, if I had slept then I would have missed my daily post. So really waking up now is a blessing in disguise, especially for the tens, well ten, fans of this blog. That’s right you are fans whether you like it or not. I am not insecure.

So all this means that my sleeping pattern has been thrown out of whack again. Look at me using all this fancy language. I am probably not going to sleep before 5 or 6 tomorrow morning, although I have to be in uni by 12 since I have a supervision. I hate my stupid crazy body clock. I should be able to get it to work properly. Although it hasn’t worked properly since 1998. I am old. I don’t know what to do to get it fixed again. Maybe I should talk to my doctor again. I am seeing him on Wednesday, so I might as well bring it up with him. I just really don’t feel like taking sleeping pills, as I’m usually stoned all day because of them. I can’t be stoned all day, I have a thesis to write.

So these are the tales of my bad day of tiredness. They mainly involve me rambling on about stuff, offending religious people while I’m at it. It’s only because I’m sleepy really, I respect your right to believe anything you like. Even if it is a complete set of bullocks. I believe in bullocks as well. Everyone does, so chill. So that’s my word limit hit right there. Now, if you don’t mind, I will go and have a series of unsuccessful attempts at having a good night’s sleep. Bye.