Showing posts with label religion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label religion. Show all posts

Friday, May 18, 2012

Let's Talk about Us

I've joined a spiritual group that meets on Wednesdays. A thousand repetitive instincts are currently working to make sure I never return, but I've set my intention to keep up with it, because it is casual, moderate, and interfaith. At my first meeting last Wednesday, I think I realized why these instincts are so impossibly flighty. I have no concept of connection.

One of the main tenants of this group is the connectedness of all things. I've looked into it. It's the food chain, the circle of life, the works. In that way, it makes sense, but trying to apply it to my personal life is like dividing by zero. It just doesn't compute.

Growing up in Utah, sometimes dubbed "Mormonia," when you're not a member of the fold and are raised to embrace that fact, you belong to "US," and the Mormons belong to "THEM." It's the same when you go to a Catholic high school. If you cross yourself with a smiley face, it's because you're part of a smaller "US" compared to a greater "THEM." If you're not Catholic, Mormon, Evangelical, Buddhist, Muslim, Jewish, Hindu, Zoroastrian, or even Atheist, suddenly, tiny you, of "US," are separate from a titanic "THEM." So long as you embrace that separateness, you will never belong to any one of those groups. That's tricky when looking for a place in the world.

That doesn't just apply to religion, mind you. When developing a personality and a relationship with people at large, if you don't want to be too mean, too nice, too smart, too stupid, too funny, too melancholy, too analytical, too spontaneous, too dramatic, too down-to-earth, too admiring, too condescending, too passionate, too apathetic, too macho, too effeminate, et cetera, but you look around and see hundreds of people who are too much of something, suddenly, "US" shrinks to 12-point, Helvetica "ME," and "THEM" becomes the remainder of this blog post.

Twenty-four years down the line, the insanity of this mentality has suddenly become clear. I am actively resisting belonging to any particular group out of fear that belonging to that group would alienate others in other groups. In so doing, I have distancing myself from every group and wondering why no one has decided to join me. Maybe it's just the word "alienation" that's taken me to this extreme. I've been friends with people from all sorts of different backgrounds, so why is it so hard for me to accept that they could be friends with me if I belonged to something that they did not?

I'm going to stick with this group. If I'm going to learn how to progress in life, it will not be alone. Maybe that's the secret to overcoming Asperger's. The more time I spend around people, the less trouble I will have with seeing the truth that there really is no "THEM." It's all "US."

Sunday, October 24, 2010

So Long, Book of Faces

Whenever I feel the pull toward religion, it's normally for a reason. I guess that's the point of it, right? In any case, this morning I felt the urge to attend a church service with a very good friend of mine. By the end, I was convinced that the divine is still desperately trying to speak with me despite my angry, closed ears.

The subject was Ephesians 4:26-29, on the topic of communication and how not to offend the Holy Spirit. In it, the pastor recounted four ways to keep communication godly, each one affirming the next, most critical step I need to take on my path out of Asperger's. They are:
  1. Communicate Verbally
    (Nonverbal communication is so easily misinterpreted.)
  2. Communicate Honestly
    (If you can't encourage each other with the truth, your relationship isn't very deep.)
  3. Communicate Regularly
    (When you can help it, never go to bed with an unresolved issue.)
  4. Communicate Purposefully
    (If you can't say somethin' nice, don't say nothin' at all.)
The truth is, at the root of my mania is the fact that I have flouted each and every one of these guidelines. I've hidden for years behind text messages and E-mails, afraid to be without a Backspace Button. I've molded the truth to prevent revealing my true feelings, for fear of a damaged reputation. I often adhere to an intense message quid-pro-quo: when I've sent someone a message, I do not speak to them again until they've responded, for hours, days, weeks, years, ever. Finally, when I communicate, it is largely for the sake of communication itself; I'll start a conversation without necessarily thinking about how I would like to direct it, then get upset when it dissolves into long pauses and sidelong glances.

So I'm taking the first step tonight. I'm deleting my Facebook account. I'm taking an enormous bite out of my dependence on text-based communication and forcing myself to work on actual change and actual relationships. The past has been repeating itself far too much lately, and in order to stop it, I must make a much larger change than I'm accustomed to making. Though I will no longer have access to daily updates and photo albums, I hope that the exchange will be to have an active role in more daily updates and photo albums.

Nietzsche claims many people wait for the call, "that accident which gives the 'permission' to act." I claim no great catalyst. I'm neither having a breakdown, nor moving away, nor suicidal, nor just going away and coming back in order to get attention. This is about rediscovering what is real. This is about rediscovering humanity over machinery. For the first time, I can actually thank the Bible and an unfamiliar church for their support. Sorry, Nietzsche, but that's just the way it is.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

He Made It: The Life and Times of the Almighty

I'm hitting the home stretch of Beyond Good and Evil by Friederich Nietzsche, controversial German philosopher who posited that the Almighty has, in fact, kicked the bucket. Now, while one could easily argue that God is Existence and thus cannot not exist, I still must take a pause to consider the life of the scriptural God:

Infancy: God afraid of the dark. Makes nightlight.

Toddlerhood:  God wants to play.  Makes a garden to play in, fully equipped with awesome creatures that He made with His own two hands!

Childhood: God upset that Adam and Eve broke the rules of His game.  Orders them into permanent time-out.

Pre-Teen:  God double-dog-dares Abraham to sacrifice his son, then throws a tantrum because no one else will play by His rules, flooding the world.  God feels kind of bad about this and realizes He doesn't want to lose His friendship with humanity.

Teenage Years: God's going through changes...  He wants to make something of His life. He sets up His own fraternity of priests and prophets- no girls allowed.  In fact, it's more of a gang, prone to rumbles with a Rival's gang.

Late Teens: After a sublime one-night stand, Mary tells God she's pregnant.  Realizing He's about to become a father, God decides it's time to tone down the violence.

Early Adulthood: God revels in His son's earthly success, haunted by memories of Abraham and Isaac. He is devastated when humanity tears His own son apart.

Adulthood: Deeply wounded by this betrayal, God encourages His aging frat brothers to keep His son's memory alive and spread it across the world.

Late Adulthood: God watches His fraternity splinter into thousands of warring factions, each claiming to remember better, each prepared to crush those who remember differently.

Old Age: God finds comfort in the dwindling few who still harbor humility and love.

Humanity loses record of God's voice after Revelation 22:21.

Death?