I’m not going to pretend here. I’m not going to be that ‘perfect’ little girl that I’m expected to be, as though I’m suppose to be four.
I’m a full grown woman.
I don’t belong to an organization to the point that I’m owned by one. What I write and speak is not constituted by any group of people that I happen to be affiliated with in any way.
I don’t have to choose the Republican party to be “godly”. In fact, I’m for neither political parties. But I really like what Governor Andrew Cuomo of New York has to say, and how he’s been active in his State in lieu of the pandemic. In fact, I’d most likely/would vote for him if he was running for President.
I don’t have to go to a church building, attend a robotic Catholic mass or sit through a hostility Baptist sermon to be a child of God. Christianity is not a show; it’s what’s really inside a person. My thoughts and prayers are none of your damn business. Not even what I type. I choose to blog what I blog.
It’s always what’s on my heart and in my SANE mind, 100%. Yeah, you heard me. Staple it to your memory.
While we’re on the topic, for a second or two, here’s another thing I’m going to reply about: what I think of President Trump. Not being in favor of him does not mean that I’m “raising my fist at God, being anti-God”.
This is exactly why I don’t go to church. I’m sick of the church-status judgment. Tired of the facade from appearances to anything in between to how many times a person attends church. Clicks of artificiality, I have found; many churches, as a matter of fact– every one of them. It’s just not for me. Not my cup of tea. And that’s okay, for Pete’s sake!
So I SELECTIVELY listen to a worship sermon at home if I want to, and whenever I choose; not forced from somebody targeting a conversation of why I do or don’t do, why I said or didn’t say, why this, why not that… It should not have to be a ‘law’.
Under conditions depending on the happenings in our Country, allow people to have freedom in their personal lives, that’s all. That’s it– Just like it’s not about just one person, it’s not about every person every single time, either.
The house where I live is not where they live, or you. So know your boundaries, stay in your lane. Don’t text your random scolding to me out of the blue, don’t send a nasty email to me about what I typed on my blog; don’t call if that’s what you’re going to do–don’t go through people near me to get the job done, most importantly. There’s no need for you to inform me “correctly”/lecture me about church and the Republican party/aka Trump.
If someone is not Republican, and says, “damn”, who cares really. And if I slip out “a naughty word“, that also doesn’t mean that I’m being “a whorish woman”… so there. Enjoy your night.