SnoopSqueak

How do you know the canonical catholic interpretation is correct? Because some guy said so? Even if some guy was “officially” entrusted with that task, how do we know he didn’t make mistakes?

How do we verify any of it?

How do you know islam is false? Some guy said it’s true. That’s not enough for you anymore?

What about mormonism? That guy had magic rocks. Is that any more or less ridiculous than a talking bush?

Why does omnipotent god need to test anything?

We do. And they all interpret it differently. How do you know which one is correct?

Was the bible written for god to read, or for humans to read? If it was written for humans, it could have benefited from using human units instead of undefined god units.

How do we know which parts are allegory and which parts are true? Whatever suits you at the time?

Especially considering he was already all-powerful. He knew what would happen and he did it anyway. Seemingly, he’s a cruel piece of shit who just wanted an excuse to eternally torture his weird little dolls.

Without knowledge of good and evil, how were they supposed to know that god was good and snake was evil? It was entrapment.

The book where god allows satan (whom god created) to wreck Job’s life, including killing his children?

Oh, but it’s fine, because at the end Job is rewarded with new children? Who gives a shit about the old ones. Life isn’t precious according to your god, it’s all about making more disposable slaves for him.

It’s a book about accepting physical and verbal abuse. It’s a book about doing what you are told even when it is wrong. It’s a book about hate, but you call it “love”.

The fact that our lives will come to an end makes every moment we have more precious. These are unique experiences that cannot be replicated.

Easy to say, and I do believe it, but also…

Boomers like my parents chose and still choose to perpetuate abusive systems instead of opposing them. I spent too long thanking them for teaching me violence because any other reaction would be met with violence. Why am I supposed to feel grateful about being born into a backwards, burning slave world?

I am finally getting treatment for alcohol dependency. I want to stop hiding from my own life, but I don’t know how. I wasted myself on people who don’t actually care about anything but themselves. It sometimes feels like there is too much pain for anything to be worthwhile, but I am also too scared to check out early.

So… I don’t know. We have a lot of problems to solve. Things may get worse before they get better, but there is potential for things to get better. Theoretically. 🤷 I hope they get better for everyone, including you. I wish I knew.

Try searching for communities related to your interests.

“Ah, dang it, I showed up late and they’re out of masks. I guess that means I’ll have to use the voice-cancelling ball gag again…”