(~simul iustus & peccator~) (lovelies) wrote,
(~simul iustus & peccator~)

You fit in with:

Your ideals mostly resemble those of an Atheist. You have very little faith and you are very focused on intellectual endeavors. You value objective proof over intuition or subjective thoughts. You enjoy talking about ideas and tend to have a lot of in depth conversations with people.

40% scientific.
80% reason-oriented.

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Not very surprising.

However, I object to the options for the 'easter bunny' question. Easter bunnies, santa clauses, tooth fairies, sand-mans, etc. were not among the things my parents lied to me about. I don't remember ever believing that any of the (mostly Russian) fairy-tales I was read were real. And age nine seems to me like an exceptionally high age to still be believing in easter bunnies.

This is a conversation I remember having in my ground school eatery when I was seven years old (non-verbatim, of course):

- Why are you in the religion-replacement group instead of taking religion with us?
- 'Cause my mom put me there.
- Don't they believe in God?
- Why would they? It's not like there's this guy in the sky, it's make-believe.
- God is real and he's in heaven.
- (seven-year-old 'are you all damaged, when the hell did this change into bizarro-world' boggle) How can you believe that? It's stupid.
- How do you not? I mean, what happens to you when you die?
- Uh, I'll be buried, I suppose.
- So when we turn into angels when we die and go to heaven, you'll just lie under the ground and be eaten by maggots?
- ... Well, yeah, I suppose. I'll be dead so it's not like I'm going to care. But, ew.

That was really the first time (other than a relative trying to make me say a prayer before bed when I was around four and having a sleep-over with her daughter, which scared ever-living fuck out of me because nothing like that had ever happened at home, and I think my hysterical resistance/crying fit to it is part of the reason she's always thought I'm Devil-seed - but she never did try that again) that I was really faced with the fact that people whom I'd thought were perfectly normal (I'd never thought the relative in question was anything like normal) thought that these ridiculous make-believe things were really real.

I remember the maggot thing very vividly. I think it's contributed to my desire for cremation.

It honestly didn't hit me until my twenties that - statistically - I might have been the damaged one.
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