Arrived on Thursday evening. I recieved one of those warm welcomes that leaves you wondering how long you will have to keep smiling for and what happens if you lower your voice, ever. The house is beautiful though and though Im probably going to be ostracised from the two children, 22 and 25, for my views on religion, this is really reasonably fun. Spanish is fun.
I got home from the centre of town and theres the latest jacky chan movie was on and Im there, getting urgent feelings, thinking, getting annoyed that my cokes being drunk, "Ive got to stop beating stuff up".
Last night Gerado, the dad, wrote a song for me. The gist was this: you wanted to rule the world and the only way that you can have peace is to let jesus into your life. Theres a small matter of my conversion to be ruminated upon extremely briefly; there is simply not a lot of viability in my trying to be a proper atheist when Im not at university, (ive got three acceptances, one from each of my chosen universities!). Nether the less, youre going to be thinking that I should not be writing about the possibility of the existence of God but Ive got to lessen the burden of living with an ex military man who is insisting that I join their evangelical number. Sunday: Im forced to go to this little shed of a church, I sat down in one of the rear rows and then, just as its about to start, this guy takes my arm and sits me down right at the front. The first coursus biggins. I stay seated thinking that Im better off not getting involved because I have the kind of presence that oozes opinion and if I dont have to move, I figure, I wont have to sing, i wont have to choose an octave and I wont be tempted to harmonise, or give away melodies to these guys for that matter.
Later, when im sitting at the back during the sermon I start to get the opposional bug and the preacher is saying that without the resurrection the Christians are pathetic. This confirms my suspicion that the new law in the UK about inciting religious hatred could be used to restrict this kind of extreme, emotive message. Im now in total support of the law. Obviously this is going to take critical ideas onto a new level. Its also probably aimed at a those in attendance who told me afterwards that theyre there for the life support, something that I always understood the church to function pretty well, or at least have an absolute responsibility for. More mind control. Oh dear oh dear.
My sister keeps whimpering about the culture. "Theyre not as liberal here".
I smoked a joint with some surfers. Im trying really hard to understand whats going on everywhere. This is reminicent of the days in my loft when I was always musing converse shoes or something like that and I could hear the different words but I couldnt really understand them unless I figured that they applied to me, though here its just the odd english word that tugs me back into the discourse.
Thank you all you who replied to my advice post! Im going to have to practice that here. The internet cafes are going to be an obvious place to start. If only I new where to begin with own self.
Theres this thing about being the one. Its odd isnt it, but clearly Im not because Im a man. Thats the fucking truth! As Neos world is programmed into his own head, surely the one could be all or any of us? Either that or its the first person with voices in their head to get let loose on the internet. Nethertheless, Im horny for economics and Im working on an ethics system that, ironically because I had this idea at college, would probably end up relying on a point score system.
Wishing you well, the ethical ox of Notts.