Well, I've never seen it put quite so bluntly . . .

*sigh*

After reading through the more recent comments on my last post, I have decided to take it down.  I had thought that it would be a relatively safe question, but it looks like I was wrong.  I should have seen it coming.

I almost gave in.  I sat down and wrote a post about my thoughts in reaction to some of the things that were said.  This post was, admittedly, very bitter, irreverent, emotionally charged, and even offensive.  I walked away from it, and upon returning to it, realized that no good could come of it.  It will only serve to reinforce my negative feelings, and to arouse them in others.  And I want a better life than that.  So I will not post it.

I don’t think that religious differences should be glossed over or ignored- it’s good to talk about them.  But not like this.

Thank you for sharing honestly, and I apologize for starting it.

"I could see that sex and religion were always fighting over the same ground- both with their sweeping claims, their promises of transport- and each ran into the breach left by the other, each tried to fill in the other's failings.  Forms of devotion, forms of consolation."

from Ideas of Heaven, by Joan Silber 

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."

There's nowhere to hide, but I don't think I'm scared.

I should have slacked off more in high school.  I'm burning out.  Physics is losing has lost its charm, and the grades are no longer the motivation in themselves that they once were. Sorry, folks, but Katy is not going to be a famous PhD physicist.  She has a new plan.
            I am not going to be the person accepting an award for some fantastic scientific discovery.  I will not be the one to cure cancer.  I will not find a way to stem the AIDS epidemic in Africa.  I will not find life on Mars.  I will never go into space.  I don't have the passion or stress-tolerance to pursue that kind of goal.  
            But someone will, and that person will need help.  So I think I’ll pick someone else’s goal, and help with it.  And you will hear my name in the acceptance speech . . .  “I never could have done it if it weren’t for . . .”  A lover, a friend, a child, I don't know yet.  I think it would feel good.  And all I need to do is to love.  It’s a nice thought, anyway.
            This decision is very much a product of recent circumstances, and I reserve the right to declare that it was all a whim, and to consequently change my mind.  Having lived through a very unhappy situation in recent months, which involved a sort of lost love and a great deal of pain, I am now at the point where I am emerging from the self-absorbed cocoon of healing and filling up with love again.  So you can see why I would attach myself to this sort of thought, especially in the light of my growing disenchantment with school.

 P. S.  No, this is not about a boy.

On a very loosely related note:

 :o)

 P. S. This is.