Lallapalalable
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This magical tale filled with sword fights and romance begins long ago, in the depths of my childhood memory. In what I believe to be an effort to start fresh after her divorce, my mother signed my brother and I up for a christmas play (he was a donkey, I was a bauce of an asian king), and I can only remember thinking "wtf is this shit?" You see, I had never set foot in a church, let alone had any portions of the bible conveyed to me in any way. I later thought it was some sort of magic show, but then I started going to sunday school. When I heard the child friendly bible stories, I registered them on par with the stories in this greek mythology book I had, and didnt really know what the point of all this was. My sunday schooling was erratic for a while, as I was a military brat and moved a lot.
Eventually, my mother retires, we settle down, and I get a good hard learnin' 'bout me some bible. I finally took in the gist of the basics, and Im like "Okay, I guess, everyone else is doing it and I just want to fit in. Its not that far fetched" (it was a protestant church, we used grape juice and wonder bread for communion, less 'sinners be burnin!'). For a while, a very confusing while, my mind struggled with conflicting ideologies: I dont really take this seriously, so would that mean I will go to hell? I flirted with agnosticism and atheism, and I could feel myself getting a little further and further away, but always scared straight by an angry and merciless god. All this, coupled with my dad dropping hints for years, I actually had the thought "I dont believe any of this, so I'm going to hell/be made an example of/deemed unworthy on judgement day!" and I kind of had a 'srsly? gtfo' moment. I think I was actually in church when that happened, and from that point on I just drew shit on the little activity booklets for kids (usually explosions and such).
To read the version with all the blade stabbing and kissies, look for the director's cut in stores near you!
Eventually, my mother retires, we settle down, and I get a good hard learnin' 'bout me some bible. I finally took in the gist of the basics, and Im like "Okay, I guess, everyone else is doing it and I just want to fit in. Its not that far fetched" (it was a protestant church, we used grape juice and wonder bread for communion, less 'sinners be burnin!'). For a while, a very confusing while, my mind struggled with conflicting ideologies: I dont really take this seriously, so would that mean I will go to hell? I flirted with agnosticism and atheism, and I could feel myself getting a little further and further away, but always scared straight by an angry and merciless god. All this, coupled with my dad dropping hints for years, I actually had the thought "I dont believe any of this, so I'm going to hell/be made an example of/deemed unworthy on judgement day!" and I kind of had a 'srsly? gtfo' moment. I think I was actually in church when that happened, and from that point on I just drew shit on the little activity booklets for kids (usually explosions and such).
To read the version with all the blade stabbing and kissies, look for the director's cut in stores near you!