I had another post all planned today about my weekend with my buddy. But I was visiting a horror board I belong to and we all got to talking memories about religion. The good, The bad and the horrible. After posting my horrible memory I decided to share it here. And save the great fun weekend for tomorrow.
Before the current honey I lived with a guy named Rob. We were young and dumb and trying to pretty much find out who we were.
Rob found religion.
Now don't get me wrong. I have beliefs. I was raised pretty much by my grandmother who took me almost every Sunday to a different church so I could see the different styles and find my own opinions. Something I am very thankful for.
But back to the story.
I knew what I believed. Rob just found what he believed.
He went.... crazy. Not quite the word I am looking for but he went from a normal guy to a religious nut.
That doesn't seem like the right word either but it fits.
Both of us had rented out an apartment together. We did everything we thought we were supposed to do to be adults. Pool the money in one account to pay the bills. Buy furniture from second hand stores.
We were playing house for the first time.
Then came the religion.
It started out pretty calmly. He wanted to have/go to bible studies. Not a problem for me. I didn't mind learning.
Where he came up with the group so dang fast I will never know but a few months went by and the studies weren't horrible. They weren't my cup of tea but they weren't horrible.
Then came the radio shows. No more regular music just preaching. Then came the tv Evangelists. That was the beginning of the end for us.
He decided that sex was no longer an option for us. We were sinning.
I figured it would pass. After all he was a healthy man. Three months later it hadn't changed.
Then came the day I went to get groceries. The joint account was declined. Now it was right before the first of the month and there should have been all the money we put in for rent, groceries and bills in there. I figured it was a mistake and paid out of my own "fun" fund.
The rent bounced. The bills bounced. Hell everything bounced including Rob.
I found myself alone in a apartment with no money and no roommate. Owing tons of back money.
Turns out he took all of the cash we had and donated it to the church. Since I was the source of his sins he figured that was the best way to make up for it. So he donated all the money we had saved for bills and other stuff and moved back in with his parents leaving me with a mountain of bills and a horrible taste in my mouth.
I now live with a man who doesn't know religion. In fact as much as I would like him to.... if he mentions interest I get scared.
I no longer trust overtly religious people.
It was pretty strange watching a man go from "normal" to "fanatic" in so short a time span. To change from the person I knew into a stranger I didn't. It scares me to this day how fanatical some people can get. The things they will do for their religion. It is no wonder they burned people at the stake. Or let poor innocent girls be sexually tortured as they were "checked for devil spots". It is no wonder so many wars have started over religion.
When a person becomes a fanatic there is no talking to them. What they believe is right and what ever you say is the buzzing of a mosquito. And it can happen to the most normal person there is!
I still believe in God. I still believe in good. But I can also see the evil in religion.