The weekend's trash

I have no planned material tonight, but am thinking about the bottom line, life should be fun and if not fun at least interesting. Mine has been getting too little of this for too long, and I am moaning and whingeing as a result. Today I told a woman she should be going out with me when she said to someone else she was looking for a man, and it felt so good to be back in the saddle as it's such a rare time I can ask anyone out, especially by surprise. I was getting more milk for my tea and she was just talking to the tea maker and I had to join in (I did actually know her a bit of course...) and at least I got a bit of practice. I would never offer something to anyone like that if I didn't mean it either. If she ever wants me she can have me.

That aside my new fridge arrives on Thursday, neither fun nor interesting but necessary. My American cousin (the only one on earth I really get on with) is here tomorrow so that should be nice, he's also the only living person in the family I know that swears so that always livens up the activity. Even in front of my mum, though whether he does with my grandma present is unlikely. We know the rules and it's his aunt, and the only living one remaining. But if he lets one fly tomorrow I'll remember him even more. Apart from the new windscreen washer not working (that one's bound to drag on as they said it was OK, lying arses) very little has happened.

I had an evil cold for a couple of days which seems to have left almost as fast as it arrived. That slowed me down for a few days so little to report. The current book I'm reading is full of folk wisdom much of which I use already at work and in life, and says I complain to try and get help. This is true, but it's a waste of effort as I well know. It's true you can't drift and expect to reach where you want to go, but all the places I want to go to can't be reached by transport and have no map references. Like the fourth dimension they open and close at random like today (OK, technically yesterday) when a hot woman you know announces she's looking for a man. She can get her slippers under my bed asap. I wasn't looking for it or planning, it just happened. Regardless of any actual result, it illustrates how we can't make these events happen, we just have to be in a certain place at a certain time and had we not run out of milk I'd have missed it altogether. But I'll only believe in angels (and maybe even god) if I get a seeing to out of it.

My other little project is an enquiry over what people follow religion for. I've made a list and not one needs religion as all can be found without it. It all seems primitive and interferes with people trying to get on with their lives. I see no value in following religious rules, and no benefit for the people who do. They pray a few times a day and then die. What's that got them? Everything everyone else has who doesn't plus a childish belief they'll remain conscious after they die, like believing it will make it happen. Pathetic and it rules most of the world. How the majority of people in the 21st century can follow their lives on a list of rules which can't be seen to work in practice amazes and frightens me. And not only does their practice waste their own time it makes many laws and influences many people who aren't followers. They try and convert us if that's in their rules, and threaten us with hell if we don't. Hell? Where's that? Elsewhere? If God made a hell worse than this (as the Christians say) he's no god of mine. Feh! If you were god would you make it the way the kid did in the Twilight Zone, melting anyone who contradicted him? The god of the bible is a seven year old jealous child with infinite powers, who punishes and rewards with the discretion of Idi Amin. And they don't see it. Nothing useful that religion may have achieved couldn't have been achieved without it. I followed spiritual teachings, and they worked. We had good teachers, followed living people's instructions and they worked. No god, no rules from dead people, but very quick methods from people who could do it themselves. Priests often have no more religious experiences than anyone else, and just teach what they were told to. What utter nonsense. Well, as per fucking usual, even if I came online and preached hate crimes (not that I would) the silence would be deafening. But if I was god I'd do it a little differently. We don't need to learn lessons, we need to enjoy life. If I had a choice of dying a happy moron or a bitter genius I'd take the moron every time, who wouldn't want to die with a smile on their face?