Hiya hi, forum~ I'm Jabberwocky. I'm a 23-year-old uni student, originally from America but studying biology in Australia. I'm a nerd, a traveler, a future human-brained robotic space traveler, a lover of nature and the environment (and dinosaurs, and non-dinosaurid pre-neogenic life), a part-time veterinary techinician, a would-be visual artist, a human-rights activist, pansexual atheist hippie chick. I have a stupid sense of humor and tend to make a lot of analogies and metaphors that make no sense. I have a sort of half-decent understanding of the evolution of life from primitive nucleic-like molecules but can't remember a person's name fifteen minutes after meeting them, and when mankind finally invents time travel, on my way back to watch the pterosaurs, I will stop by August 13th, 2012, and let myself know that it's possible.
Soon, one way or another, I will know. ^____^
Okay, so I don't really have a "The Day I Stopped with the God Thing" story.... There wasn't really an event to it, it just sort of went about its natural philosophical course. I was raised by an Atheist father and a southern Baptist mother, and basically told that God was something I'd have to figure out on my own. They were wonderful and listened to what I had to say when I had my own thoughts on the matter, but didn't tell me about their own beliefs until I was an adult. I went through a short Christian phase, considered paganism, and finally, for most of my life, went with a vague sort of theism, followed by an even vaguer sort of spirituality that dismissed the idea of a central God figure but allowed for a sense of interconnectedness and immortality through rebirth.
And then I realized that what I was doing was pretty much making up lullabies to keep myself distracted from my fear of ceasing to exist after death. And that the way to deal with that fear was not to try and keep myself from owning it, but rather to face it, to see that it is fear of the cessation of life more than anything else, and to make my life something so awesome, and so powerfully a positive influence on the world around me and the other humans that live on it, that it will be worth the fear of its loss. Personally, I see no reason to find another "reason to live."
But I love talking about spiritual and religious beliefs. Unfortunately, I find it kind of difficult to talk about them with powerfully theistic people- I respect their right to dedicate themselves to a being that I consider highly imaginary, and don't want to be... really kind of a jerk about it, I guess. It's not a sensitive topic to me and I'd love to be wrong; it is a sensitive topic to a lot of theistic people and I don't like hurting feelings. So... I'm here! =D
Anyway, that's my brain-dribble for you all to parse through. Super-nifty to meet everyone~
Soon, one way or another, I will know. ^____^
Okay, so I don't really have a "The Day I Stopped with the God Thing" story.... There wasn't really an event to it, it just sort of went about its natural philosophical course. I was raised by an Atheist father and a southern Baptist mother, and basically told that God was something I'd have to figure out on my own. They were wonderful and listened to what I had to say when I had my own thoughts on the matter, but didn't tell me about their own beliefs until I was an adult. I went through a short Christian phase, considered paganism, and finally, for most of my life, went with a vague sort of theism, followed by an even vaguer sort of spirituality that dismissed the idea of a central God figure but allowed for a sense of interconnectedness and immortality through rebirth.
And then I realized that what I was doing was pretty much making up lullabies to keep myself distracted from my fear of ceasing to exist after death. And that the way to deal with that fear was not to try and keep myself from owning it, but rather to face it, to see that it is fear of the cessation of life more than anything else, and to make my life something so awesome, and so powerfully a positive influence on the world around me and the other humans that live on it, that it will be worth the fear of its loss. Personally, I see no reason to find another "reason to live."
But I love talking about spiritual and religious beliefs. Unfortunately, I find it kind of difficult to talk about them with powerfully theistic people- I respect their right to dedicate themselves to a being that I consider highly imaginary, and don't want to be... really kind of a jerk about it, I guess. It's not a sensitive topic to me and I'd love to be wrong; it is a sensitive topic to a lot of theistic people and I don't like hurting feelings. So... I'm here! =D
Anyway, that's my brain-dribble for you all to parse through. Super-nifty to meet everyone~
People don't use post icons enough in my opinion. A stupid sense of humour is the best kind! This is all one sentence!
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Jabberwocky
