I’m weary to the bone of smug people, of arrogant people, of you’re-going-to-Hell-and-I’m-not-people. I’m not weary of religion. I’m a mixed bag myself. I can live with that. I can DIE with that.
DO YOU HEAR ME, you proselytizing zealots?
No, it’s the people of ANY religion who claim that their way is THE way, and who won’t tolerate anything diverse. And who deride the choices others have made.
I try to ignore them. I really do. And I’m tired of that too. I’m tired to the point of exhaustion, of hiding who and what I am, fearing the itchy fingers that are waiting to grab my “soul.”
That’s what I’m sick and tired of. Any remedy? Nope.
Because it’s the way of things now. As long as we have a few precious freedoms left, there will be people who will exhaust us and piss us off.
