Book Travels

Bonjour, WordPress People!

Initially, I was going to offer up an excuse for my lack of blogs this year, but I remembered the overused excuse that numerous Vloggers on Youtube use. That they are busy. So the fact that I’ve been reading a lot of books as well as composing my very own is irrelevant. Let’s be bluntly honest here. I was lazy.

Originally, I had been writing a fictional story that bordered on Science Fiction and Fantasy, as well as the Supernatural, and even though I will still be writing that story in the future, there is another story I feel compelled to tell. I’m going to skip the usual profound author claims and be bluntly honest again. Contrary to what other authors may say about their books, mine will not help you attain the most successful orgasm of your life. As much as I’d love to find out that millions of people loved my book, let’s be bluntly honest and say that my book will do what every other book does, hopefully anyway. Entertain escapism. I will also skip the profound statement that my life has been a roller coaster. No shit Sherlock! Another brilliant deduction! Before digressing, I will quote Severus Snape from the movie Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. “It may have escaped your notice, but life isn’t fair!”

Putting my original fiction story aside, I am opting to write one that is based on a true story. The story line for mine, without giving too much away, is: A boy named Zayn is getting over the love of his life and it doesn’t make things easier when his Uncle passes away. His Uncle was an Architectural Drafter and there was a drama that unfolded when his Uncle purchased the lot on which the house Zayn grew up in stands. Or once stood, I should clarify, since his Uncle demolished the house against Zayn’s objections and building a completely different house. At the reading of the will, Zayn can’t believe his ears when he finds out that his Uncle left him the New house that is on the lot on which his Old house used to stand. It takes him a month to move in, after which there was much prodding from his Aunt (His Uncle’s adopted sister) and when he falls asleep in his new house, he expects to wake up in the new house. He doesn’t. He wakes up in his old house and according to the calendar, and possibiliy his insanity, it went from being 2004 to being 1998. At this moment, I predict my kick-ass friend Nicole is geeking out because my story takes place in the 90s (LoLz ~) Talking much more about it would be giving too much away, despite how it may sound like I already did. Trust me, with the way this story lays out, I haven’t given you anything. As a friend of mine would ask, “What the hell could that be about?” Basically, you’d find this on the back of the book.

I attempted writing this story in the first person. It felt like an autobiography of lies. So I will be writing it in, I believe they would call it, the third person. Now, having the entire story line synopsis is the easy part. Piecing it together with fillers and explanatory sentences and plenty of dialogue is the hard part. If you’re following me on Twitter, you may remember when I tweeted that somehow I managed to write an extremely short story even though it felt like I had been writing forever. So, basically, what felt like at least a 300 page book, (and read this carefully because i’m NOT kidding) It amounted to roughly 13 pages.

One of my favourite authors, Heather Brewer, has a Twitter as well as a Formspring account so I asked her for advice, which she was only too happy to oblige. She told me that you cannot force a story and you cannot make it longer than it wants to be. My story could be 700 pages or merely 250 pages and still be a best seller. A friend told me that what I’ve basically written in those 13 pages is an elongated synopsis. And I reiterate, that despite what I’ve given you up there regarding my book, I’ve given you nothing. Not a profound attempt, just saying. Everything I described is only in the first chapter.

Obviously, there is Science Fiction in here despite being based on a true story. Time travel, as far as we the public are to know, is not yet achievable, if ever. Area 51, respectfully. So the questions that I plan on leaving you with is how did the time travel take place? What is the reason of this? What could the purpose be for this? Well, as I say in my reviews where I am absolutely steadfast against giving away spoilers, I guess you’re gonna have to read the book (:p).

Well…..when it’s done. Wish me luck! :p.

2011 in review

I already knew the internet was weird place, but I never thought i’d be reminded in an annual report of a blog page of mine. Search engines bring you pretty much anything as far as search results. Finding out some people found my page because of a picture I posted of Prince Harry, simply because some people were typing in something about an Erection is what reminds me yet again that the internet is a weird place.

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,800 times in 2011. If it were a cable car, it would take about 47 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Peculiar Dream

I’m not one to put stock in dreams anymore, but every once in a while, I have one that makes me stop and give an incredulous look at myself in the mirror. They say that dreams are simply our minds recycling all the thoughts and events of the day away; sometimes I think that our brains can harbour thoughts and events for more than a day because sometimes the dreams I have could be linked to things that I either thought or saw days or even a week prior. For example, there was a time, within the past couple weeks, that I kept watching Harry Potter movies. I was so bored; and every couple nights, I had a dream where something from the Harry Potter series crept into it, mixed with something else that happened. Picture it: Voldemort suddenly talking about the basics of something that happened in your day. Sometimes not with his own voice. That’s pretty much why I too believe that our Dreams are simply our brains recycling things. Some call it frightening, I call it either humourous or fascinating; not to be egotistical.

From the moment that my dream started, or rather when I was triggered to know that I was dreaming, I was in some sort of Forest looking for something with great haste. One of those curved blades that when turned correctly, it resembles the letter C. I’m not quite sure if this was supposed to be the Amazon or some random forest AND I have no inkling whatsoever as to what I was searching for. Then, without warning, I was in my Elementary school hearing people talking about my amazing escape. “What the devil am I doing here?” I thought out loud, “Escape from what??” I had no time to ask these questions because someone came out wondering why I was dawdling. So I went into the classroom and it was larger than I remember. Oh yes, my elementary school classrooms that I actually saw were a bit bigger than those in my high school, but this was rather larger. It was almost as if they’d built on, but you didn’t notice it from the outside. As an Architect, and anyone with common sense, could tell you that this must be a dream because that’s impossible.

Notwithstanding, I entered the classroom and beheld two areas of very old desks. The pictuer was the closest one to the desks we had in elementary school. In fact, I would wager a guess and say that it just might be the same model with slight differences. My school was slow to update things and I have no idea when these desks were made, but they were at my school in the 90s. You were assigned a desk and you were allowed to keep anything relating to school inside the desk. EI: the top of the desk could be pushed up to reveal quite a large area for stuff. I thought it was epic, but I digress. There they were. First though, to my immediate left was a wooden closet that used to stick out instead of being like a normal closet and being in the wall. A couple of random school tables with school supplies like paper, spare pencils in case a student didn’;t have any and on the far left wall stood a couple filing cabinets and a desk facing at an angle as to be able to keep watch on the students, for the teacher. There was always just enough walkspace between her desk and the first student desk, but since we were kids, we could fit through any tight space. All except for one girl but she always would walk around anyway.

In the first area where there were these student desks, There were four rows of them with five desks in each row. As I started walking to the area that I was to sit in, apparently anyway, There was a mini library. I’m not so sure if they would have these in other cities or states, but you may recall those swiveling book racks, usually made of metal (On the left) (There were about 4 of these) and a couple of those two tiered “book shevles on wheels” as my class used to call them (below on the right) (there were two of these). On the other side between the two areas of desks was one of those square wooden bins with magazines.

Then of course there was another four rows of five student desks (Shown above). Then at the far right and the rest of the far wall was more bookcases of books.

I was instructed by the teacher to sit down in one of the desks in the 3rd desk in the first row facing me. It sure wasn’t a smooth fit like it was when I was a child. It was quite the snug fit. That’s when my backpack went missing. I didn’t really take notice until after i’d looked at the assignment on my desk. At first I figured it was one of those weird things in a dream where your mind is more focused on other things so I didn’t take notice. The assignment on my desk was pertaining to Columbus. The teacher wanted an essay on how he discovered the Americas. Remembering the conversation I had with a friend of mine about him and all the stuff that they never taught us in school, I began writing my essay. There was an abrupt outcry of joy after the sound of a zipper unzipping. It was my backpack being opened. I immediately attempted to get out of the desk unscathed, but failed. Falling to the floor and the desk collapsing sideways with me. Another outcry of laughter. To make a long story shorter, I eventually gathered all my belongings and my teacher began randomly talking to me about the author James Patterson. Ignoring the others immature, yet reminiscent display, I told my teacher that I hadn’t read any of his books yet and that I was currently reading a Julie Garwood novel.

She said she knew because she saw the book when the other students were emptying my backpack and slewing the contents over our side of the classroom.She then informed me that it wasn’t an appropriate book for school and I was not to bring it back tomorrow. One of the girls who had apparently empted my backpack came up to me apologizing for her ‘childish display,’ as she put it. Explaining to me that when a new student comes into town, she needs to make a mark on the class. Her reason behind it was that she wanted help on her Essay that I mentioned in the previous paragraph. I told her that next time she should simply ask me if I was willing to help her out. She didn’t seem to fond of my reply. Whether she was hoping that I would freak out in front of the class, I do not know. An loud shriek coming from one of the desks near mine directed my attention to her re-emptying my backpack again. How she got my backpack again is beyond me, but there it was next to me one minute the next she’d managed to snatch it up again.

I gave her a piece of my mind.

“This is most unseemly! This isn’t 1st grade, you know.”

“Actually it is. Welcome back.”

“I beg your pardon?”

That’s when I awoke, got ready for the day and looked at myself incredulously in the mirror. Some dreams are so peculiar that you wonder where the little things in it came from.

1.)  The forest probably comes from the forbidden forest from Harry Potter, even though in the dream it looked nothing like it does in the movies.

2.) The classroom probably comes from starting school again.

3.)  The library furniture is probably from memories of my elementary school as too is being there despite the updated yet unnoticeable renovation. Well, unnoticeable from the outside.

4.)  The backpack was my actual backpack, no mystery there. I am actually reading a Julie Garwood novel and keep coming across James Patterson novels when I go book shopping.

5.) As for the childish display and being welcomed back to 1st grade, your guess is as good as mine LoL.

Political Overload

Let me just start by saying that Ann Coulter always makes me wanna smash my computer screen.

I’m a bit out of the loop as far as the beginning of the 2012 Presidential Debates are starting because we don’t get CNN, MSNBC or Fox News so I took to Youtube. I honestly have no idea who I support right now. Despite how I felt during the 2008 election, i’m more concerned about the issues than I am about politics (and by issues, I mean jobs, economy etc). While on youtube, I watched a couple clips of the Republican debate and there were points I agreed with coming from two candidates. Ron Paul & Jon Huntsman were the only two on the stage that were making any sense to me. I’m a bit uneducated on Michele Bachman, but that changed after tonight

The only thing i’ve known about Michele Bachman is that she is a Tea Party Conservative. I have no quams with the Tea Party as I am a Tea Partier for the most part. The only difference between me and most Tea Partiers is that I support gay rights 100%: which makes me a moderate (I’d be happy with a civil union when I get married, but if there was a vote on Gay Marriage, i’d vote yes again.) So when I heard an audio clip of her views on the gay lifestyle, she just bought her way away from my vote.

Somehow, I don’t know if it’s irony or coincidence, but there was a clip of Ann Coulter and my Political journey online came to an end. I’m mature enough to accept someone’s opinion if they say they don’t support gay rights; fine, no problem, but the things that fly out of Ann Coulter’s mouth just blows my mind sometimes. 1st, she rubbed me the wrong way by insinuating that Christianity is the continuation of Judaism…don’t get me started. Now, she’s gone and rubbed off an entire layer of skin with this:

Running into things like this really puts a damper on my interest in what’s going on. Being a moderate pretty much bites, I guess. You can support most things of a party, but then something you’re passionate about gets in the way. Eh…

My First Visit To A Synagogue

I don’t know where to begin, honestly. I was looking forward to tonight with such interest. I knew that I don’t speak a word of Hebrew, so I knew that I wasn’t going to understand half of the service.
It was a disaster.

I walked in and saw my reflection and realized that I forgot to change my shirt. The Jewish faith has a different view of evil as far as Hell goes, but my shirt still seemed to unnerve several congregants. Don’t do what I did! Don’t wear a Grim Reaper shirt to ANY religious ceremony of the Jewish faith.
I walked in with a friend of mine who said he would join me; I had asked him if he would be interested in going to get an idea of my new faith. I totally forgot he’s an Atheist. So I brought an Atheist, and wore a symbol of evil to a holy place. My friend and I entered at the back, which led down a hall for the offices and I had no idea where the Temple was. A middle aged man entered with his father and I requested to ask him two questions. He obliged. I told him this was my first time ever entering a synagogue and then he looked at my shirt in horror. He didn’t say anything but answered my question as far as where the temple was. It was upstairs. I entered and heard several gasps so I tried to cover my shirt with my arms and immediately felt embarrassed and horrible for my mistake. I had the strong feeling the Rabbi kept staring at my shirt because the look on his face was reminiscent of a grimace.

I also asked my gran to accompany me so she could get an idea of what it shall be like for me when I start coming regularly. Idk if this was a good idea because she came in proclaiming herself a Christian and received similiar grimaces when people spotted her cross dangling from her neck. I don’t think it was so much as a grimace based on that we are outsiders, but moreso that I wore a symbol of evil on my shirt and gran didn’t know (or didn’t care) that it’s not appropriate to wear a cross in a Jewish Temple. I had no desire to scold her because I can’t ask her to deny her faith simply because she was open minded enough to join me in the service, but she seemed to be cringing everytime the Rabbi referred to the Messiah’s first arrival since she believed he already did that. After I came home from spending more time with my friend, my mum told me gran had a horrible time and did not enjoy it it all.

All in all, I enjoyed the message the Rabbi gave about change. That we should not fear it, but accept it and welcome it because it’s logical to notice that as time goes irrevocably into the past and we can only move forward, that change is imminent. I found it interesting to hear Hebrew for the first time, but felt a bit out of place since I had no idea how to pronounce the words (Everyone around me was speaking in Hebrew just fine..no matter though. I just have to wait to start my Jewish education) nor did I know what they were saying, unless I read the English translation.

I also learned that Rosh Hashannah is more than the Jewish New Year. It’s tradition to spend a week contemplating the past year and how we can learn from our mistakes, then better ourselves for the next year. The message spoke to me, but I felt so embarrassed that I insulted several people and as we left, a woman glared at my shirt with disgust. Not the first impression I wished to give. This was so important to me and the first impression was horrible.. Well, in the spirit of Rosh Hashannah, I shall move on and focus on making my second impression to them more positive and less alarming.

Gay Pride Wins The Debate

I know some of my blogs about religion may be borderline offensive, but keep in mind, it was only meant to be perceived as my opinions.

Today, some Mormon’s strolled over to me and started asking random questions. They saw I had a book in my lap and started asking about it. Then they wanted to know all these other random things that I forget now, but no matter, they are trivial to the point.

Anyone can believe what they want as I believe what I want. It started out normal, they wanted to know what I felt about the book of Mormon and if I felt it was truth. I told him I was faithful to my Jewish faith and unchanged before and shall probably be after the conversation.

They he got down to the nitty gritty and asked why I was of Jewish faith. I mentioned that I believed that the Messiah was supposed to be a mortal just like us, but not with supernatural powers. My mere opinion of how I perceive God/Adonai and the Messiah. God, in my opinion as well as other faiths, has supernatural powers, but the Messiah is different between Christianity and its many branches vs. Judaism as I have incessantly mentioned.

I answered his question bluntly. I told him one of the main reasons I left (or more like fled) the Christian faith was because every branch aside from the MCC (Metropolitan Community Church) preach that Homosexual desires and feelings must be denied even if we are natural to feeling them. I told these two missionaries that my faith was unyielding. I believed that God creates all so I was created a gay male and I was not one to become straight because a book tells me that mankind lying with mankind is an abomination.

Especially since mankind simply means humankind and the part about womankind was added after the time of Moses.

Then he hit a nerve. He told me that it was natural for me to have desires and feelings for members of the same sex, but that it wasn’t the same as him having desires and feelings for the opposite sex. So, while remaining civil, I decided to stand up and go back inside while saying that I was a Reform Jew, not only because I believe the Messiah shall be a mortal, but because I fully support LBGT rights and I was unyielding of my support since I am of the gay lifestyle myself.

He then offered to give me a business card where I could read their website and I was blunt, yet civil again. “I would take that, but not after hearing yet again that I would have to deny what I am and my faith teaches me that God created me as gay so if I deny being gay, that is the real abomination.” and the conversation was over. I’ve never been more proud to be gay in my whole life.

Definition Of A Friend

Hello.

Let me first say that this blog isn’t about people I actually talk to or keep in touch with.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about my friends and my users. We all know what friends are and what users are.

Someone who I thought was a friend got all excited because she heard we were at a hotel, which we were staying at because of last minute renovations on the apartment. She asked if I wanted some company, meaning they could come over and we’d hang out for a bit. Actually, no, because in her next text, she asked if her and 5 others could use the pool because it was so hot out.

I said no and I haven’t heard from her since. Now this example is only here because I felt used. She didn’t want to come see me, she wanted to come use the pool. I offered for her to still come to see me, but she didn’t seem interested in that because she didn’t reply.

This and so many other instances have made me contemplate the definition of a friend. I used to think a friend was someone who you were spending time with.

A friend is someone who cares about you and doesn’t get sick of you because THEY invited you over too much. A friend is someone who is there for you and not the pool that is at the hotel you happen to be staying at.

A friend is someone who cares about what you are feeling, not that they haven’t got the time because they need a cigarette.

A friend is someone who will give you a hug when you need one the most, drop everything, when not inconvenient, and run to you when you are distraught; not whine like a baby who just got told they can’t do what they wanted to do.

A friend is someone who will at least stop to say ‘hey, i can’t talk right now, but I will get back to you.’ not ignore you and make you feel like you don’t matter/exist.

A friend is someone who will check up on you when they haven’t heard from you in awhile, not always expect you to make the first attempt at conversation.

A friend is someone who will not give up on over little things, not someone who does.

A friend is someone who, if a friend of theirs talks badly of you to them, will say something like, ‘hey that person is my friend too, I don’t appreciate you putting them down like that!’ not someone who laughs along with the talking behind your back just because they don’t want to go down in number of friends.

I think you get the idea. I am not bitter, but this is how I describe a friend. A friend may not always be there, but will at least let you know they care about you. Otherwise, why are they in your life?

It’s important to know why people are in your life and that that reason is meaningful, not what can I gain from them!

Beautiful Waiter

I was talking to a friend of mine about this guy she went out with and somehow we got on the topic of me being single. Eventually, we stumbled upon talking about this really cute and beautiful waiter I guess I had a huge crush on him.

I had forgotten about him because I had been in a pretty long relationship and a semi-long one over the past 3 years. Suddenly, his face popped into my memory and I remembered what I liked about him. He worked at a restaurant we used to frequent and that’s where my heart fluttered (LoL).

The first time I caught sight of him, he was waiting on customers in what used to be the smoking section. I was not out of the closet at that time and I think I had just turned 18. We had just sat down in the booth and our waiter was a woman. I think she was the really rude one that my rents still talk about to this day (5 years later; that’s how bad she was LoL).

Whatever we all had to eat has escaped my brain, but I just remember throughout the meal, I snuck glances at him and fell butterflies. Silly, I know. Then there was the time we went there on Easter when I still celebrated it and he was our waiter. Looking back, I seemed way too obvious because he was making us all laugh and I guess my eyes were locked on him. Oi vei!

Nothing was more awkward or memorable than the time we happened to come in on a day when there wasn’t many customers. He was one of the waiters on staff and waited on us. I was like ‘Oh no! This is gonna be awkward.’ See, I have this problem with talking to guy I think are cute. But this guy wasn’t just cute, he was beautiful. I wouldn’t really say he was hot because hot guys tend to be self centered.

While we ordered, I couldn’t make myself look at him so I made like I was perusing the menu. It felt like a ticking bomb was was slowly getting closer to zero. He spoke to me calling me a strapping gentleman and it was so damn hard not to blush. I had to look up at him to tell him what I was ordering so I did. Oh! The ticking bomb in my chest called my heart hit zero and KABOOM!

The light of the chandelier reflected off his blue eyes and appeared to have a green glisten. His smile met my face and I had one of those shivers that you get when your hair is long enough to brush past the back of your neck just right. I ordered a smoked pork chop, I think. Not something I would order now, but I digress. He walked away and I gave a silent sigh by looking to the right and thinking, “God, why are some boys so beautiful?!” (LoL)

A Little Bit Stronger

I’ve been a bit M.I.A. in a lot of places lately. I’ve tried to make appearances on my blogs, but the last thing I wanna do is post a lot of rants about what i’m going through and make people feel emotions because of it. I’ve been going through really negative bouts of depression because something I put a big part of my life into didn’t work out..it happens.

Sometimes relationships don’t work out no matter how many times you try and that’s something that you gotta get used to and become stronger because of it. There are so many things you experience and i’ve never really felt this type of struggle to become stronger before. What i’ve been feeling is incomprehension, confusion, heartbreak, determination to make things better, determination to get over him, disbelief, and more but I don’t need to show off my vocabulary.

When a relationship ends that you’ve put all your feelings into, like my poem says, everything crashes like the stock market did in 1929. It’s all for the best though I think. For the first time in awhile I feel so hopeful. Naturally, whoever i’m with next, we’re gonna take it slow. I once made the mistake of having the guy I started dating practically move in with me after about 2 weeks of dating. I really liked the guy though and we it wasn’t anything sexual, but I felt comfort and serenity laying in his arms and that’s what it’s all about. We watched a lot of movies and I listened to his heartbeat. Though I can see the importance of having time away from each other now.

I feel like i’m slowly getting ready to see someone else. I don’t do the type of dating where you shop around. I let my interest in the person grow and we start hanging out and I wait to hear what they say about certain things. It might be quiet at times, but only because i’m shy about how cute they are (LoL). Some tend to like the idea of going on dates with people as in blind dates and that doesn’t interest me at all. I’d rather focus my sights on one person at a time because it’s less confusing.

Plus, I think it prevents the issue where I start liking two guys at once and then I have to decide which one I like more. To each their own though (LoL). I came across this guy from a city that’s about 45 minutes away from here and thought he was really cute. (LOL) He turned out to be very childish; I was bummed for awhile but then thought, “Heh! I’m better than that!” Nope that’s not egotistical.

I don’t know, I suddenly feel a reason to be happier and to push myself towards finding someone else in due time. For now, i’m going to bide my time but i hope to find someone sometime who will be perfect for me. Hope you are all having a great day.

Living With Christians

Living with Christians is something i’ve done for my entire life. (*Andrew hears someone say ‘oh you poor thing!* then nods and wipes the tears from his face before they stain his petticoat.*) (LoL) As you’ve hopefully at least skimmed through my past blogs if you are to have any hope of knowing what the devil i’m talking about, I’ve made the decision to become Jewish; Despite comical attempts to converse with a Rabbi because they are to by law ignore a convert hopeful 3 or 20,000 times before deeming their sincerity. I feel as if I have never been more serious than I am now to convert to Judaism completely because till now, I still had this conscious phantom over my head called Jesus, but i’ve now realized it’s because Christianity was all i’d ever known. Holidays such as Easter and Christmas incessantly drag on the part of my brain that controls annoyance; or is it those that make issue when I do not attend ceremonies/parties of said holidays? (… … )

In total honesty, it is not Christians I have issue with, as i’ve said; it’s Christianity itself. Unfortunately, the Christians that I am either related to or know through someone I know personally, lack understanding. You may or may not have read my rant on prejudice; in which I forgot to mention the most common one in my lifetime so far; when Americans talk about how bad the British are in bed. Anyway, I digress because my thoughts on British men are trivial right now (LOL).

As I mentioned in a previous post, I hope, someone freaked out recently because I adamantly, yet respectfully declined and invite to join Easter supper. It is not intended to be an insult, but alas, that is how it is perceived. To the Christians I know personally/am related to, they suggest I take the pole out of my arse and swallow my pride so I can be a good boy and join them for a holiday I am inclined to be forbidden to celebrate. I reiterate, it is not Christians I have issue with, it is Christianity. Any and all that take offense to that can accept my invite to contemplate how you would feel if I asked you to celebrate something you didn’t believe in. ‘nough said!

Let’s take a gander at this from the standpoint that perhaps you are one of the many that have always thought that the Jews believe in Jesus because this Jesus is said to have been Jewish. Be that as it may, simply going to the library or even a simple google search to educate oneself shall give you a fountain of information pertaining to why the Jews do not accept Jesus as their Messiah. Being that I have supplied barely a chunk of this information in previous blogs, this is merely for both the reason to say it for saying sake and yet to offer it as a reference to any who have confusion.

I am not offended in the slightest when someone respects my wishes to not enter a church or my wishes to avoid/not attend Christian holidays/get-togethers. The only thing that leaves me a bit uneasy is when an issue is created because their viewpoint is that I put my beliefs aside so I can make others happy with my presence. On any other day other than Christian holidays, I would be more than happy to oblige, but that Jesus fellow is going to be there, and I must respectfully decline (LOL).

Now as far as living with Christian(s) go, this creates an awkwardness on my end…

I obviously respect everyone’s right to believe whatever they want. Heck, a friend of mine talks of a magic meatball God and I just laugh, whilst hoping he’s joking. Living with my parents (again) proves to be a struggle whenever we sit down to eat. A classic prayer that I remember the words to is recited, but I cannot join in. This is the prayer…

“Come Lord Jesus, be our guest and let this food, to us, be blest. Amen.”

A simple prayer, but simply because of my personal religious beliefs, I cannot utter these words. My insides cringed at the mere typing of the prayer. Slightly equivalent to how I feel at the smell of cooked meat. There is also a german prayer that follows, but bollocks, I don’t kno how to spell each word. I can say that one because roughly translated it it says: ‘”Thank you Father for this food, amen.” Luckily, on that, no one has said anything, but there mere sound of a Christian prayer just makes me feel so awkward now. Here’s another example, I join my mother to a Catholic organization because she can get bread and other random things that they give away if you qualify. They start out, avoiding the Hail Mary, because they are kind enough to realize that most Christian faiths do not accept their vision of Mary, but they do utter The Lord’s Prayer. I know this one very well.

“Our Father who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever and ever. Amen.”

You may think that Jews can utter this prayer, but technically I am not even allowed by Jewish law to think these prayers. Jesus is said to be the one who gave his ‘gentiles’ this prayer. Therefore, since Jews do not accept Jesus as the Messiah, we cannot utter anything that came from Jesus’ mouth. Do not get my grandmother started on religion, because if I say something like this: “I know the bible says Jesus did this..” that’s when she informs me he did. I think the only thing that she’s tried on me to get me to worship Jesus is that she thinks i’m abandoning Jesus because of the economy or how life is. What?! I don’t even feel like I have to explain my decision even though I already have in detail throughout this page/blog.

Please forgive this rant, it is basically that. Living with Christians that are found to be reading their bibles when you go into the living room is quite awkward for a Jew. (LoL?)