The trouble with home is...

I cannot stand it.

I cannot live in this religious, close-minded, constricting home anymore.

I do believe I will go fucking mad. It's not that I don't love my family. My love for them has nothing to do with this.

They're all so... judgmental. They're constantly that way with me, people I associate with, random strangers on the street; it sickens me.

Correct me if I'm wrong. Aren't christians supposed to love and treat all people as equals regardless of their religious affiliation? Aren't christians supposed to show the kind of love and acceptance that their God shows them and the rest of the world?

While I let you ponder these thoughts, let me point out I just pretended to be asleep in order to avoid yet another prayer pow-wow with my family.

I've told them how I feel about christianity. I've been upfront and brutally honest with them. I also pointed out that I'd prefer to abstain from praying aloud in front of them so I'm not committing some form of blaspheme. Yet, none of them really understand. They think shoving religion down my throat will cure me of this "disease" I caught from circumstance and college.

I shouldn't use the collective word "they". My father is pretty accepting for the most part. It's the rest of them that aren't. My mother CONSTANTLY tells me to "be a jesus" to others. My response is, how the hell can I be something I know virtually nothing about?

Ughh....

All of this venting is making my head throb.

sweetv