Ranting and Raving-Fair warning.

I try my best to enjoy every day of my life. But I guess today I'm just in one of those moods, that make it difficult to maintain a cheery mood.

There are a lot of things going through my head today, a lot of them are meaningless, even to me, but they stay there all the same.

I just realized how much I hate the phrase "Bun in the Oven"....I think it sounds very disrespectful to the baby, even if the baby has no idea what's going on. It just sounds, nasty.

I knew this girl, back in about fifth grade. We were really good friends, and to this day, our families are slightly invested in each other. However, I have personally, not been friends with her for a very long time. She's now pregnant. I'm honestly not sure if she even knows who the dad is, nor do I care. It's her life, I just hope the baby is well taken care of.

Although her situation is really none of my business, it does pose some questions in my mind. I will probably never understand "casual sex", and I'm totally okay with not understanding it. It's just not something I personally would ever do. But for those who do it....there are so so so many things you can do to prevent pregnancy, and if you're having "casual sex", it only makes sense to do everything in your power to keep from getting pregnant. Yet, most of them don't. The guys, nor the girls. And baby's are consistently brought into this world to parents who barely, if at all, know each other. It simply disgusts me, for the kids' sake.

Someone I've known for a very long time passed away a few days ago, and I just simply don' t understand it. Something seems very, off, about the whole situation. I feel like someone is hiding something, but I have no clue who, what, or why. But something doesn't feel right.The police have apparently ruled it a suicide, yet the family/witness, have told about five different stories. Their stories have all led back to it being an accidentally, in one way or another. Nothing makes sense to me.


I think coping with death, may be a little easier for me if I had faith in the fact that I would see them again someday. However, I can't force myself to have faith in something I simply don't believe exists.The feeling of hopelessness after someone dies is one of the reasons I believe man created religion in the first place. It makes me understand why I believe religion was created, but it doesn't help me believe in any religion. It's times like these that I wish I could bring myself to believe in something, anything.

I'm happy without religion in my life. I try to live every single day to the best of my ability, and I try not to take anything for granted. It's not like I'm a devil worshiper. I don't believe there's a devil either. Death just doesn't seem like something that should force me to become religious. It just wouldn't be right.

I think I'm done for now.....