Stress, Debates, and "Christopher" the n00b

Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all
I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling
And now the red ones make me fly
And the blue ones help me fall
Well I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling
-Headfirst For Halos, My Chemical Romance

Arrrgh I'm so stressed right now. Sleep deprivation and school do not help either. No matter how many times I'm told not to worry... Next year is going to cost so much, and to be honest the thought of Uni terrifies me. In fact, according to my mother, I have been stressed about Uni since I was at kindy. Of course I'm always stressed about something anyway, so this is nothing new.

Something else that is not at all new is "debates" with "Christopher" (as he now insists on being called *coughsimoncough*). Today it just so happened to be on the subject of evolution versus creationism. Again, this is not particularly new, however the participators in this debate were somewhat new. Namely; me, "Christopher" and Carl (with odd comments from Arek). Debates with "Christopher" always have a few things in common:

1. He takes the side of Christianity, as he sees it
2. He refuses to be wrong
3. He reverts to completely irrelevant points continuously
4. He doesn't listen to what you're trying to say

So it was no suprise to me today to find that even when people were arguing the same side, they were too busy disagreeing to notice. "Christopher" of course took the side of creationism, constantly referring to the Flood. Carl took the side of evolution, constantly referring to finches. And me (being me) asked why they couldn't both be right. For some reason "Christopher could not understand nor accept that the bible could at all be wrong because of all the evidence (that I can't recall any of) that the Flood happened. Why it had to happen exactly the way the bible says, I have no idea. Stupid stubborn Simon, oops I mean "Christopher". Carl made a very good point, how the hell could anyone collect two of every animal? And then I made the excellent point (that even "Christopher" had to fabricate an argument for) that all the animals would have killed eachother anyway.

In the end we just got told to shut up by Miss, but the point is that it is hopeless to try to get "Christopher" to listen to anything you say. Especially if you're talking about anything to do with Christinaty. Because according to him, Christianity isn't a religion, it's a knowledge.

Stay tuned for more Pathetic Tales From A Broken Doll.

xx

Social Interactions and Hero Worship

So paranoid, I've been hiding from the sun
I'm tired of being afraid of everything, and everyone
(I'm so tired)
No one cares, no one listens
Screaming words that you fake hearin'
No one cares
No one listens anymore
-No One Cares, Atreyu

So... I've been meaning to set up a blog for awhile, but never really got around to it. Let's see how well this goes shall we??

Today I took part in social interaction (though I must admit it was more of a social observation on my part). This is most unlike me, since generally I act as Devon's, occasionally vocal, shadow. And that's if I leave the house at all.
Anyway, I noticed once again how crazy attached I get to anyone who actually treats me like another human. All they have to do is make one small comment/gesture that shows they care that I exist at all, and I will pretty much worship them. It's really quite sad. It's no wonder that some of my friends in the past ended up treating me like a pet. Makes me kinda worried about their real pets though. A real pet can't get drunk, play a little strip poker and make it all go away. A real pet can't just leave when they're tired of being whipped. And yes I do mean that in the literal sense. Sometimes it scares me how much I rely on anyone who will tell me what to do, and how I can practically worship someone because they once asked me if I was okay... Good thing for them I am not actually capable of normal social interactions, they'd never get rid of me. Though I suppose some of them would probably take advantage of it, and I could just end up as a pet again. I don't even want to think about what some of the guys would try to do. I'd be worried, but it's not my job to worry about myself. Actually it's not really anyone's job (unless you count Devon, but I don't like it when he worries to much) anymore, since I stopped going to the councilor.

By now you probably think I'm crazy, and maybe you're right. But that's okay because most people I know are crazy to some degree. Anyway, that's what was going through my mind today as I walked home from escorting Devon partway to his house.

Stay tuned for more Pathetic Tales From A Broken Doll.

xx