... found it.
Oct. 7th, 2010 08:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosFrom the recaplet:
Kurt reconnects with his friends when Mercedes makes him realize that their prayers are a way for them to show concern and love, not an attempt to force him to change his beliefs.
Okay, I don't want this to come off rude (... er, too late?), but FUCK THIS NOISE.
I don't care that your prayers are not an attempt to change my beliefs, or lack thereof. In fact, I know they're not. If there's one thing this country has taught me in recent years, it's that if someone wants to change my beliefs, they'll try to do it with something stronger than a prayer, and possibly with some very idiotic legislation.
Look, you want to pray for me because you want to show your concern and love? Then your prayers are wasted, because I already know you love me. You sitting in a chair and asking God to help heal my sick dad is nice and all, but it becomes insulting to me because no matter how much YOU might believe in God, *I* don't, and therefore what it's looking like to me no matter how much you might believe in God is that you've decided to express your love and concern for my well-being during this difficult time by not doing a fucking thing.
(I think the only time I let the whole "He's in my prayers" thing slide is when it's on the internet. Because, really, there's not much else someone who knows me over the internet CAN do, and it's okay to me if it's casual acquaintances doing it rather than real friends, and it's just one of those figures of speech people say when things go bad anyway, and if the next thing they do on their LJ is show a funny video or link to a great fic or whatever, that makes me feel better and therefore helps.)
You want to show your concern and love for me? I either don't eat right or don't eat at all when I'm stressed -- make me something nice and healthy to eat, or take me to a restaurant and we can get salads or sushi or whatever together. My house turns into a pigsty when I'm upset. Come over my house and poke me until I get up off the couch and you can encourage me while I clean my house, or hell, even help me clean it. I turn into a shut-in when things turn bad. Invite me to the movies, or buy me lunch at Panera or the cafe, or even just meet me at Lake Scranton for a long walk on the bike path. You're broke, too? No problem! Come over to my house and you can suffer through a day-long Project Runway marathon while we eat Chinese food.
(And for the record, if you want to take me to church to make me feel better - a.) it won't, that would be the reason I stopped going to church in the first goddamn place, and b.) hey, maybe we could go to a church that's NOT a giant stereotype?)
Just ... just fucking DO something. Because in real life, praying is not actually doing anything for ME at this difficult time, and therefore it's only doing something for YOU. Especially considering that, hey, you know what happens if enough people pray for my dad to get better?
HE MAY STILL DIE ANYWAY.
Because, and I don't know if you've noticed, but God is a dick. And I'm not sure which aggravates me more, that you might pray to a higher power for him to fix my dad, or that the higher power in question is to a large chunk of his believers a raging wish-granting dickweed.
The thing is, if it were a friend's dad dying, I'm not going to show up at the prayer circle they're holding for him and saying, "Oh, what a waste, God doesn't exist anyway." I'm going to shut my trap and hold a hand. And if they have a dinner to raise money for his medical bills at a church, I'm going to go in my pretty dress and buy a damn dinner and even give the priest a great big hug for being so nice to the family. Because, hey, if she believes in God and goes to church every Sunday, then my way of expressing my love and concern for her during this difficult time is respecting her wishes.
Kurt reconnects with his friends when Mercedes makes him realize that their prayers are a way for them to show concern and love, not an attempt to force him to change his beliefs.
Okay, I don't want this to come off rude (... er, too late?), but FUCK THIS NOISE.
I don't care that your prayers are not an attempt to change my beliefs, or lack thereof. In fact, I know they're not. If there's one thing this country has taught me in recent years, it's that if someone wants to change my beliefs, they'll try to do it with something stronger than a prayer, and possibly with some very idiotic legislation.
Look, you want to pray for me because you want to show your concern and love? Then your prayers are wasted, because I already know you love me. You sitting in a chair and asking God to help heal my sick dad is nice and all, but it becomes insulting to me because no matter how much YOU might believe in God, *I* don't, and therefore what it's looking like to me no matter how much you might believe in God is that you've decided to express your love and concern for my well-being during this difficult time by not doing a fucking thing.
(I think the only time I let the whole "He's in my prayers" thing slide is when it's on the internet. Because, really, there's not much else someone who knows me over the internet CAN do, and it's okay to me if it's casual acquaintances doing it rather than real friends, and it's just one of those figures of speech people say when things go bad anyway, and if the next thing they do on their LJ is show a funny video or link to a great fic or whatever, that makes me feel better and therefore helps.)
You want to show your concern and love for me? I either don't eat right or don't eat at all when I'm stressed -- make me something nice and healthy to eat, or take me to a restaurant and we can get salads or sushi or whatever together. My house turns into a pigsty when I'm upset. Come over my house and poke me until I get up off the couch and you can encourage me while I clean my house, or hell, even help me clean it. I turn into a shut-in when things turn bad. Invite me to the movies, or buy me lunch at Panera or the cafe, or even just meet me at Lake Scranton for a long walk on the bike path. You're broke, too? No problem! Come over to my house and you can suffer through a day-long Project Runway marathon while we eat Chinese food.
(And for the record, if you want to take me to church to make me feel better - a.) it won't, that would be the reason I stopped going to church in the first goddamn place, and b.) hey, maybe we could go to a church that's NOT a giant stereotype?)
Just ... just fucking DO something. Because in real life, praying is not actually doing anything for ME at this difficult time, and therefore it's only doing something for YOU. Especially considering that, hey, you know what happens if enough people pray for my dad to get better?
HE MAY STILL DIE ANYWAY.
Because, and I don't know if you've noticed, but God is a dick. And I'm not sure which aggravates me more, that you might pray to a higher power for him to fix my dad, or that the higher power in question is to a large chunk of his believers a raging wish-granting dickweed.
The thing is, if it were a friend's dad dying, I'm not going to show up at the prayer circle they're holding for him and saying, "Oh, what a waste, God doesn't exist anyway." I'm going to shut my trap and hold a hand. And if they have a dinner to raise money for his medical bills at a church, I'm going to go in my pretty dress and buy a damn dinner and even give the priest a great big hug for being so nice to the family. Because, hey, if she believes in God and goes to church every Sunday, then my way of expressing my love and concern for her during this difficult time is respecting her wishes.
