Today, I’m African. Is it just me, or does it sound progressively more ridiculous when I claim to be each new religion every month?
Anyway, I have to thank God (or the Goddess or the ancestors or whatever) that Taoism is over. It may have seemed like I was just being lazy by not posting much last month, but trust me when I say that if I had tried to talk any more than I already did about Taoism, I probably would have needed to be institutionalized.
The “let it flow,” “don’t do anything,” “don’t have a goal,” “don’t try to change the world” crap that is all key to Taoist thought made me so angry, I haven’t been able to function much at all. Everything in my life has suffered because of how pissed off Taoism made me—my sleep, my diet, my work, my boyfriend (right, babe?).
For me, trying to be a Taoist was beyond rough. I pretty much felt like someone who supports abortion being forced to bomb an abortion clinic—I had to work against everything that I believe is true. And that’s something I don’t think I’ll ever do again. Trying new religions on for size is one thing, but compromising my real beliefs is another.
So this month I’ll be exploring African traditional religions, and my hopes are high. Africa is a big place with lots of variety, so I’m feeling pretty confident that I’ll find something I like this time around. I guess we’ll see.
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