my beleifs arn't accepted where i am?
First. The basics. I am a girl, no older than 15. Actually, if age is of any importance to you, than it was just a few days ago that I did turn 15. I almost absolutely did not put any reference towards my age down, seeing as in past experience, I composed the idea that nobody would ever take my seriously for any reason. It is your loss, really. More times often than not, there is an undiscovered wisdom amongst all youth that the common adult does not recognize or care to indulge in. I live in a town in the United States that is dominated by suburbs, inhabited by the range of economically well off to multi-millionaires. The statistics of the towns census show an extreme domination of libertarians in comparison to republicans. That is, a non-informative label, however, enough implication to steadily back up my point. All of my friends, but one, the one who has encouraged me to bypass any fear that I have of saying what is always lingering in the back of my mind, are extreme liberals, democrats and any other classification that can be thought of that falls in the realm of egalitarian viewpoints.
Last. My religion. My mother brought me through a childhood of believing I was of the Roman Catholic Church, where all of my religious views were set in place and several stabilities were situated as I promised my life to be fulfilled under the power of Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit. My mom was close to her parents then. Her parents were devout Catholics who had their hearts set on the fact that my mother was too. My Dad and older Brother never went to church. I would always ask why, but my mom would tell me that it wasnt any of my business. I later found out they both hated anything to do with religion. My Grandparents moved to Arizona when I turned 12. After a lifetime of belonging to that one Catholic Church in particular, my mother decided as soon as my grandparents were gone that it was time to switch to a more present day refined United Methodist Church. Everything was different. During Church classes I would ask questions and make remarks on certain aspects of the system that were so different from the so believed real and only true way to worship God. Lets just be frank when I say none of the teachers or helpers there were too fond of me. I didnt make many friends at that church. Perhaps it was because I had no feeling that told me I needed to reach out to these individuals who called themselves true Christians, but put no thought towards completing a single ritual or action that showed they had particular devotion towards the one who gave his life for them. It made me sick to my stomach. After the age 13, I refused to go back to that church. Everything was so wrong. It was the first few months I had never been to church for such a long time period. I grew distant, wanting less and less to do with anyone who felt religion was real. For about a year I screwed my life over in ways that I believe now to be unimaginable in my view and all the while, I resorted to a new label of Atheism. My attitude on life was, screw the world, were all going to Hell. Recently, a few new people have put influence on my life that has helped me realize what I had put behind me in shame. There may only be a couple, but more often than not I ask the lord to bless them, for they have brought me back to him. One friend I have mentioned his favorite section from the Bible. Psalm 27. Id heard it a long time ago. This was a long way back where I was ardent towards reading the bible every night. It was, however, reading through it that very night that made me realize how powerful the lord really is. I didnt cry. My eyes welled up though. I guess religion can just do that to you. I have been regaining my Catholic faith, more religiously than ever. I wish to start up a new beginning at a close by Catholic Church where I hear some of my friends are a part of. My mother wont allow it. She doesnt like Catholicism and she restrains from allowing me the right to practice the religion I chose is important to me. My whole family is against me in many ways. They were never much for me. I never got much emotional support out of any of them anyways throughout any of my years of childhood. Sometimes my religion and believes towards anything of the matter scare me at how in depth I can analyze my religious extent to be, or in the future, to become. I have this large colorful cross that is attached to a gold chain. I take it with me everywhere and I hold it as I pray. It feels weird, talking about religion so openly. It feels as if I should be ashamed. Maybe that is coming from insecurities of my past, maybe it is just I, but I know now that nothing is to shame when talking about my religion. It is, however, the question of how much more devout I am than others, and how odd others can see my strict beliefs to be.
it's intresting, in a way, growing up in an area and position where every single beleif i have is looked down upon, not allowed, and constantly trying to be brainwashed out of me.
to what point is it rediculous that i have to hold my beleives to myself, secretly, and be forced to practice religions that i am not under the influence of to be even slightly accepted by all the other people surrounding me?
thoughts?
anyone else have similar stories?
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Originally Posted by Darth Wong
to allow us to meet kind foreigners and to **** off that bastards!!
